Time Heals, they say,
Is there a day when the shift happens?
Is there a time on the clock ?
Will I be healed without scars on my soul? Like a new skin over the scars?
Will I then not cry? The tears forget gravity? Will my sagging jowls stay focussed on creating that dimple I used to get when those scars were open and raw?
Will then, my memory have nothing to remind me that I was hurt? That the pain was excruciating and when the breathing was so heavy that the next seemed like a mountain. Those memories are what I am made of today.
Time doesn't wait for anyone, I know. But healing doesn't work like Time.
I have not healed, and I know I won't heal ever. My memory still screams of the pain, the screams are all Red and Black. They cannot evolve and heal my soul. I cannot forget anything, I cannot forget you. I cannot forget how i felt deprived, how i felt injured in my gut after you dragged me by my hair,kicked my stomach and walked up to see how I stagger up to look at you. I didn't have the strength then, neither do i have the strength now to erase it from my memory.
I cannot be healed. No Time can heal my scars, no scars can ever dry up with Time.
