Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY

Entry Fourty Nine

Dear Diary,

Today I got to watch my favorite Tv show.
It's always been so funny, my true comfort show.
But i made the mistake, I watched it with him
Now two years later, i'm unlatching the bin

I know that sounds sad, but trust me it's not
I needed the time to just sit and rot
because now i can play it, without my stomach dropping
without a couple tears and my nagging constant stopping

All I want you to take from this, is that life is short
I promise you won't think of them forever, you'll leave that port.
I know it hurts now, it stings, it stabs.
But these once wounded heals will one day be scabs.

And when that day comes, you'll take a deep breath
Leaving everything behind, cleaning up every mess.
And maybe that day comes later then soon.
But i'll be hard at work on my internal moon.

I've realized now time can heal almost anything
Can it make you forget? No, not everything.
But it makes you forgive, have peace, hold love.
And that feeling is beautiful, like a free little dove.