This Is the Taste Of Medicine

Today the doctor removed something from me that had gone bad. A few snips from his stainless steel scissors and he sent it off to be tested. Then I limped home to heal. Don’t worry, these little moments of fear can be good. They can force us to reinvent. Like the musician who only knows four chords and has to constantly find new ways to orchestrate them. You can watch, but please don’t laugh. This is the part that is not funny. This is the part about failure. This is the part where I ask forgiveness. Forgiveness for swallowing the whole ocean before you even had a chance to take a sip. For leaving muddy footprints on your clean white walls and ceiling. What should my punishment be? Leave it up to me and who knows what will happen. You know how I am. How’s this? From now on I’ll carry a pebble beneath my tongue. Maybe if I leave it there long enough, one day I’ll open my mouth and out will come a pearl.