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Emergency Surgery

By Kelsie Coleman


Bottles up frustration of pain unspokenBearing upon the walls of the heartEmpty spaces but smiling faces painted upon canvases as artHurt so deep you could barely sleep,While everyone else is snoringWide awake, awaiting sleep to take you on a journey to a land full of dreams of many thingsYou lie praying that you can feel God’s hand healing your heart,As you lie there, you hear a still small voice say“Uncover your scars. I need to examine everything in matters of the heart.”The process will be long, and the healing will take timePut your hand in my hand, and it’ll get better with timeAs the voice grows quiet, you finally feel at peace and drift off to sleep


By Kelsie Coleman


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