Time is my healer- A poem

Time.
Time is my healer.
Some people, upon any opening of wounds in their soul, patch it up. Bury it.
I.
I sit with my wounds.
Pain, vulnerability and hope, oozing out of them.
Knowing only,
that time is my healer.
And when the time has come and gone,
I am all the more better, the more stronger
For having allowed it the air to breathe. The time to heal.
-M.Risi

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