Physicians have no remedy for regret.
There is no tincture for lost daughters, lost sisters, lost friends.
Medicine cannot resurrect the dead.
It cannot restore lost innocence.
Herbs bring no solace when defiance or complacency have been answered with slaughter.
Perhaps if someone had known – or cared – or dared…
That is the ailment that cannot be healed by man.
The implacable past is etched in stone.
The future must be written in hope: a tender growing thing, at times in short supply.
Sometimes one cultivates hope, then waits out a long winter of sorrow.
Physicians have no remedy for regret.