Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
Some wounds stretch through the flesh of the pain;
Sit in the shadows
Disguised as healing
Underneath the shame of hurting.
Some wounds move with time.
Gently and vigorously;
Leaving hurt and healing
In one’s own heart.
Some wounds listen to time.
To the silences
To the screams
To every sound of healing
To every hurt.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds
It moves.
It breathes.
It listens.
Time goes on.
With or without you.
And your wounds;
Let them hurt.
Let them hurt;
To heal.