Healing

Too wounded to see the damage that is done. Too caring to acknowledge that heartache that is there. So close to the insanity that is laid out in shreds. Feeling no help from the people who care. Circle the trauma, taking in all the cuts. Laying the plans for the mending to begin. Careful stratagem for the wellness of the mind. Intricately devised to cover the sin. Lost in this battle is something not seen. Adrift is the heart of the caring responder. The body that fades and is lost in commotion. The person who would be the only survivor. What care is in place to heal this trauma? Who creates the healing of this slighted lost being? Is the soul to wander, forever grieving? Or can love be applied for cure, something unseen?