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.
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Vanna (
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Bravo!
A strong a powerful write that oozes pain. There needs to be a coagulant to stop the hemorrhage and if time is not it the question becomes what else? A change in point of view works for me but then they call that insanity. A most mind provoking read. Well done
"Fresh cuts from soft words, deep bruises from silence." stunning line.
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