I have listened in utter despair as they tried to console and comfort me
They say that time
heals all wounds; it levels, it settles
How can time heal
wounds that we anticipate before they even happen?
I have listened to
people try to remain optimistic while walls crumble
Walls crumble
around me and I can feel them closing in, breaking me
Yet the world
expects me to put on a fight and hold on a bit more
We were taught to
believe that there is a reason for every little thing
These little
things that knock us off our feet might be blessings in disguise
I have learned
from my utter despair that the script is far from perfect
I have learned that even angels falter at the sight of mere temptations
Don’t forget I am
only human; imperfect, broken, and unhinged
So when the stars
shine brighter on the world, they dull my sparkle
Maybe I am barely
human, barely living, merely existing, and just surviving
Maybe I should
take comfort in the infamous quote; time heals all wounds
But how can it
heal wounds that sprout from every single decision I make?
How can it heal
wounds that hurt so bad I can barely breathe?
How can time heal
the wounds that the heavens want to use to teach others?
How can it heal
wounds that only she can work around to make me whole again?


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