Be intimate with the Pain
Time will not be your healer
Unleash the floodgates of emotion,
let them surge and crash upon you.
Feel the pain, the regret,
and the bittersweet joy
of memories that linger like arrows
piercing your heart and leaving it bleeding.
Listen as the wise woman whispers
that time cannot heal your wounds.
But know that time can be a bandage,
a momentary respite from the ache
that threatens to consume you.
The wounds of the heart are a fickle thing,
like shifting sands that never settle.
But take comfort in the knowledge
that you are not alone in your pain,
and that the scars you bear
are a testament to your strength and resilience.
So let the tears fall like rain,
let the words spill from your soul like poetry.
For in the midst of the storm,
there is beauty to be found,
and the wounds of the heart
can be transformed into works of art.
About the Creator
Will Shimnom Simon
Always the poet... Never the poem.
Comments (1)
Beautiful, raw, and hopeful. I loved every word and the sentiment behind this poem, Will. Thank you so much for sharing it!