What is this rust within my soul?
To what entities can I attribute it?
Is it the lingering doubt within this medium,
Or is it the lack of rest?
This rust, why has it corroded so much?
Is it my mistreatment of mind,
Force feeding it without regard to limits?
Or is there a deeper aspect?
Where is the soul-doctor,
The one to check my ailments and heal me?
Where is the metaphysical scientist
With his empiricism on my spirit?
I don’t see them, I don’t know them
There is only one soul-physician I know,
And, it was Gibran who knew it, it is within,
Issuing those bitter remedies by which I can heal;
So, physician, can this pain attend to this rust?