…..Dear Time
I don’t know why this happened, but it did….
I didn’t see it coming but it did….
I didn’t feel the wind but it blew and it stripped me naked
One day I will understand but today is just not that day. Yesterday the memories overwhelmed me and today I cried for them. That’s all I want to today, cry, I don’t want to be strong and pretend that I got this cause I don’t, I just want to break down my soul in pieces and let someone else put them back together…..I deserve this, it’s the least you can do for me.
If you truly heal all wounds then why is it that when I think back, the pain seems to rush through my body and a flood of tears is all I can bathe it in as the wounds would have resurrected?
If you truly heal all wounds then why is it that as you pass by, I can’t help but think of all the things that could have been and about how differently my life could have turned out? My soul becomes conscious to the fact that the ache is even worse than the time it happened.
If you truly heal all wounds, why does that piece never mend, why does it sometimes feel like shattered glass coursing through my veins?
I really do not understand your ways, honestly I sometimes feel like each new day carries the weight of the previous day, I don’t want to but I find myself reminded and just like that I am back at 0.
I am beginning to doubt you I am failing to believe that you heal all wounds but that I have to learn how to exist in peace with the wounds. I have to learn the best way to treat my own wounds, everyone has a remedy I guess but I have to find my own.
I guess I will have to grow with the scars, whether seen or tattooed on my heart, at the end of the day how I see them is what matters, the stories I will tell from them are what matters. Every scar tells a story, as I learn to tell mine with time, then the healing will start, the darker the scars the deeper the soul I guess….
From Present Me
