Lost and found, back and forth, cried and smiled, fell and rose; sentimentally, things turn around in a merry-go-round full of life problems with ill-derived pain and heartbreak that are hard to deal with. Indeed harrowing and soul-wrenching.
What and what if...
We stitch those parchments of broken pages together, we crochet those leftover yarns, and we refined the puzzles creased and torn into better frames. They still look sad, but they hold the dearest values that were once close and warm.
If you're seeing this, welcome to indulge yourself in my world of poetry.
I am a poet. I am a wordsmith. Let me tell your stories that you find no brevity to let the words loose from your lips fastened.
I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by.
These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.