As I sit and stare my eyes sting from un-cried tears

Bob's legendary melodies are a suave to the scars hidden for years

A flower stripped of its petals It took moving a mountain to see 

The length of time that I have carried them about with me

The scars and bruises sit on the skin of illusion 

How tempting to show the world but an unnecessary intrusion

I understand now that no real nurse is needed

Just the scalpel of perspective, another miracle conceded 

So what is the source of the angst in my belly so deep?

The cape I wear is not enough to wake them from their sleep

It is their choice how long they slumber I can’t refute it

I must surrender to the moment only then will I transmute it