Every visit takes a piece of heart

By Goria O’koye

Dreadful Hand motions pointing at the Wrist

Vocalizing time is up.

Even for a staff opening the door in Silence,

Feels heavy knowing that fellowship

Is coming to a halt.

Just when the few days of gathering

Had started to free up.

Saplings and blossoms of Faith out of the

Tunnel of lost hope.

Reality sinks in that time is the currency,

No price could replenish what was lost.

Every visit chips away parts of

Motivation out from both parties…

Of aching souls.

So take heed on the teachings of

Self care before left untreated,

The burn outs will consume all that

Is left exposed.

Fighting to remain to not become Institutionalized,

But insanity will come

Just thinking about the free world.

So face to face becomes an initiative,

Instead of just looking at the screen

Down by the south.

Maybe it’s safe the way it feels

Like modernized wipes

For folks to stay in line and behave.

Vivid images of faces and voices

Makes the heart grow.

For every visit is not guarantee,

When cancellations rampant

And God forbid one day

You may receive that fateful call.