Opening the wound is scary
The degree of pain uncertain 
Enduring the injury again, and until when?
The open heart welcomes illusions, that poor houseguest 
Infects the mind with his stories
Even when he goes, leaves ready his nest to return any moment 
As the knife went in, it must go again 
To release every oozing infective reaction
Is the only way
Through tears
The heart may heal again