Door Without Key

Hearing news of surgical procedure coming

Fearing that cutting pain

Worried and fretful for that bloody opening

Wondering where those sharp knives have been

Questioning the steadiness of the hands performing

Calming down with trust

Believing in their training and experience

Knowing that it is all a must

Telling oneself that it’s for the best

Finally done with all that they’ve fussed

A whole surgery goes on in complexity

Patient knocked unconscious from anesthesia

And the heart is stopped momentarily

Dead in some thought

Alive only on medical hands and machinery

Post-operation

Wounds closed and cleaned

Awaken drowsy from the medication

Know nothing and remember nothing

Thinking back to a simple cut and stitch done

The surgery is merely captured in what they see

A miniscule scar left remnant

Mind acknowledges it as a new door without key

Never realizing the moment of robotic lifelessness

Finishing, not aware of the lack of guarantee