They say time heals all wounds?.
Define heal? Is that the same as what it was before? Untouched and unharmed? Are there scars, or do they fade with time? If the same wound is hacked at over and over in the same spot, does time still heal all?
Let me burst that bubble and let the water shimmer around feet.
Time heals nothing. It hardens, it strengthens, it teaches. Who gave time the ultimate power of healing? Of all things
wounds. Time only teased my wounds. Opened them to have thdm close again. Seasoned them with salt whenever they dried. That’s what time does. Vintictive and sly, we can’t stop him. He slips through our fingers like a thief through the valley.
It goes on. Time goes on, and things can’t be changed, words can’t be unspoken, actions can’t be undone. Cruel as he is, time goes on. It doesn’t heal, it teaches to accept. When we don’t
listen, he’ll toy with you. And you’ll expect him to heal all wounds, that time himself reopened. You have to accept that your wound is there, recognise why it’s there, and let the scars sink deep.
No mercy, he doesn’t even give us the chance to go back. Regret is what he gifts us instead of a chance to redo a mistake. Time heals all they say.
Time heals nothing. Years pass, and I watch the seasons change before me. I grow older, and my mind grows stronger. My hearts grows harder, and my tears run slower. Yet I’m not healed.
It is free, it is priceless, you can own it, and spend it at your own cause. Once it is lost, it can
NEVER be given back. But it doesn’t heal.
I am not healed.