The future of medicine

we recognize the true embodied mind
we stop the stigma of the many beaten down
the damage done in childhood caught in time
hearts open and lift the broken off the ground

we learn that diagnoses are a crutch
drugs plaster over deep and seeping wounds
mental labels hurt the patients oh so much
we learn to listen: broken hearts sing grieving tunes

cruel medicines and thoughts are shelved for good
gentle boundaries surround hearts to keep them safe
we rise as friends and families and doctors really should
the angry monster revealed as longing waif

damage done in childhood to the brain
lays survival pathways that we no longer call insane

The photo is me and my sister Chris. I do not know who took it, but I think it was at my maternal grandparents. They are deceased, my parents are deceased, my sister is deceased. I don’t know who to credit.

7 thoughts on “The future of medicine

  1. Noirfifre says:

    Healing more than physical wounds, healing hearts, beautiful :).

  2. luckykaye says:

    Moving, and I think very much from the heart. A very beautiful and well written poem.

  3. Rob McShane says:

    Well written poem – technically and meaning-wise…heart now sore for all the waifs who suffer for life!

  4. Jeanne says:

    What insight! My husband is an MD and he will be reading this…

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