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Time Heals

Where did it go?
The anger,
sense of false pride,
that shatters all serenity,
splits the heart,
and cleaves the mind in two.

Some cuts take a long time to heal.

Deep inside the cave of doubt,
we learned to lie,
say anything,
while wearing foolish costumes
and giggling behind a mask.
But inside we were
scooped out,
pressing on our bruises
to see if they still hurt
(they did)
and wondering
why healing wouldn't come.

But somewhere along the way,
we got lost
and found
new distractions from old pain.
Free of pokes and prodding,
gentle time's arnica
worked its magic.

The chattering demon
of lies and loaded questions
is spent now,
no more real
than a moonshine-addled dream.
(What was it about?)
And in its wake
there remains
only our shared memories
and love.

This is a Sunday Whirl post.


Stan Ski said...

I love a happy ending...

June 16, 2013 at 12:18 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Yeah, the bruises heal a lot faster when we stop pressing on them.

June 16, 2013 at 8:42 PM
Old Egg said...

Even unbearable pain can be a lesson on endurance and reconciliation. (Curiously when I read your post it literally sped along.)

June 17, 2013 at 1:50 AM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

"Some cuts take a long time to heal." - that strikes a chord at the moment.

June 17, 2013 at 5:09 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I'm still waiting on that healing... nicely done. Although arnica? New word to me.

June 17, 2013 at 6:49 AM

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