Time Heals

Where did it go?

The anger,

second-guessing,

crazy-making,

sense of false pride,

hubris,

need,

vanity,

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,

hollow,

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.