Time heals all wounds
But how long does it take
To heal a broken heart—
A month, a year, a decade?
Six months since you’ve been gone
And my heart still aches for you
I still look for signs that you’re okay
My dreams refuse to believe
That you really left
That today won’t be the day
That you’ll finally come home
So tell me, when will time heal this wound?
To me, it feels that it will never leave—
Only fade
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Author’s Note: It has been six months since my mother died, and I still feel it every day with every fiber of my being. I keep writing about it in the hopes that doing so will help me feel better, but I don’t know if I will ever be the same again. Thank you for reading and being there for me. 💜
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
Learn more about me: thewritersscrapbin.com
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