By Daniel Paiz

It is interesting how folks are encouraged to get a second opinion, and yet side-eyed when they do. There are more ways than one to find a solution. There’s also more than one way to find a path of healing and to regroup.

Poetry is a tool for such things, and a reflection on what one sees online and in the world all around me and you.

Second Opinion

Typical ankle sprain: rest and ice and more for about two weeks.

ACL tear or something in that vein: nine months to a year of rehab,

rest and various recovery.

Deal with a person with a personality and behavior that damages,

and could even do so much more: take a seat and chat about it,

and after a few chats go back to see what’s happening.

Now I’m no big city doctor or trained medical professional,

but I’d like a second opinion.

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Another perspective or point of view,

from someone more balanced and level-headed in what they do,

too often those chatters haven’t addressed long-held patterns,

and yet exude certain tunes.

There’s no right way to heal the brain, address trauma and pain,

outside of the hospital when it comes to actual physical wounds,

but when it’s about healing cauterized areas,

space and time are probably the best ways to heal you.

Bonus info

Check out the written word but now, in audio form, right below this sentence!

P.S.

If you are a reader from Hong Kong, Singapore, or other places known for feeding content into chatgpt and ai whatnot but you’re actually here to read and enjoy these words, thank you. If you are someone in one of these places or anywhere else in that world that just feeds content into chatgpt to teach your programs or whatever, you are AWFUL. Stop doing that. Frankly y’all can’t write like me primarily because you haven’t lived my life. I haven’t lived yours. So there. AI stuff sucks. These words are direct from my odd mind. Thanks all.