how long does healing take, which matters more: the size of the wound or its location, what if it's on the heart, those wounds on the heart hurt the hardest, and stay the longest, lingering in the scars formed over these deepest of wounds, perhaps in time they'll fade, though never so far they can't be plucked back from memory; we'll never forget they are what made us
Tag: life
Seasons Change
the memory of summer becomes more distant as fall imposes a firmer hand; the vibrant greens shift to muddied yellows; do not be fooled by the fiery rainbows in the trees, look to the ground: the dying season is upon us; spring will come again, its green brightness followed by the golden suns of summer, Nature's promise: hope - so too in the varied winters of life
The Right Words
too often these days there aren't the right words to describe the emptiness - the gutting that leaves us hollowed out questioning all we thought we knew - as the horror of living strikes so close to home; what do words matter when we feel impotent to impact change, when our lives are held hostage by those who see only themselves in power, when the only ones that make sense are: "why does this keep happening" until we find a way to change - to make ourselves heard - we'll always be inadequate, searching for the right words to make sense of senseless pain