Unspoken Melodies: Poems That Sing

Enduring The Wound

Time doesn't heal,

It's not some magic pill,

That erases all that we feel,

Crawling under our skin, making us ill.

But time does teach,

A way to walk with the ache,

So we don't always reach,

For a way out, for goodness sake.

Pain has a way of latching on,

Like a parasite that won't let go,

It becomes a part of the dawn,

And every moment we know.

We can't imagine life without it,

It's woven into our very core,

And though the idea won't fit,

We can't help but adore.

The sweet agony of our hurt,

The sting that never dies,

It's like a pulsing alert,

That reminds us we're alive.

Time doesn't heal,

But it does find a way to guide,

To help us through the real,

And the hell we can't hide.

It lets us know it's okay,

To carry on with this bane,

That we don't have to dismay,

That there's still progress to gain.

The road is long and rough,

Full of sharp twists and turns,

Sometimes it's enough,

To make a person yearn.

For a way out of the pain,

For a cure that can't exist,

But then comes the refrain,

The undeniable truth that persists.

We can't change what has occurred,

We can't reverse our past,

But we can learn and be spurred,

To make our futures last.

To let the pain teach us,

To be stronger than we thought,

To find a way to adjust,

To keep going despite the fraught.

So when we feel the pull,

Of our pain when it strikes,

We can rely on our learning,

To help us win the fight.

Time doesn't heal,

But it teaches us to endure,

To take the wound that we feel,

And make something truly pure.

We can use it for good,

To find the light in the dark,

To stand where once we stood,

And make our mark.

To live a life that's full,

To be the best we can be,

To reach beyond just being whole,

And live deliberately.

When you feel your pain,

Creeping up like a foe,

Remember it's just a gain,

A way to help you grow.

Time doesn't heal,

But it does allow you to thrive,

To stand tall and feel,

You are truly alive.