Time Doesn’t Heal
They say time heals all wounds. But that\'s not true. I am a living example.
Some of my wounds stretch far back— I\'ve given them time. And time gave them space to grow, like ivy crawling over scars I tried to bury.
New ones join the old. Fresh cuts from soft words, deep bruises from silence. It’s been months. They don’t fade. They multiply.
Time didn’t stitch me up. It just watched me bleed and called it healing.