Time wears down the pain
And the wound fades from
A stab wound to bruised
Flesh still sensitive to touch.
But a mere whispered word
Or a memory uncovered
Tears away Time’s good work
And the wound bleeds again,
Even after all this time.
Yet with every tearing away
And new wave of pain,
I do heal and grow
And perhaps one day soon,
The wound will be gone,
Merely an unpleasant memory.
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