Time does not heal

Time does not heal

It is an abstraction

Framed in illusion

Wounds remain

Their structure may

Change over time

There is no denying

Old scars lie hidden

Buried in the aging

Overgrown though they may be

With soured weeds

A sorrowful disguise

Unripened fruit

Strangely out of step

With the season

A sad sack

Bursting open in the hot sun

Casting barren seeds

Into a furnace

Deeply frozen to its core

The disruption wounds cause

Their impact

Runs deeper than skin

Damage is more

Than a word

It is a sentence

Time is a process of change

Healing is a work

In progress

Peel back the lesion

Gently knead the laceration

Massage the layers

One by one

Overlap and repair

Allow for regrowth

Which might yet occur

Spontaneously

As the blue touch paper

Has already been lit

And extinguished

Several times over

One final attempt might

Spark the flame

Or burn the

Temple down.