Time itself has numbing effects
If our minds remain complicit
Yet, there have been such times
Sadly, I’ve unexpectedly realized
Old wounds thought long healed
Just may rematerialize painfully
As all those memories come too
Learning that some of our wounds
Can never fully heal with time itself
Especially when the wounds wait
Substituting for what was stolen
Mindful innocents are unrepairable
We’re burdened bound to that legacy
Accepting that is … accepting healing
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Poet of the Light © 2021
The Reluctant Poet 