Upon the canvas of existence, a timeless query unfolds,
Unraveling the truth behind wounds, stories yet untold.
In the depths of our souls, we seek solace and relief,
Doth time hold the power to mend, or is it
but a belief?
“Does time really heal?” we ponder, as days turn into years,
Transcending the boundaries of physical wounds and emotional tears.
The clock’s steady march, an ever-present companion,
As shadows of the past slowly fade, can healing truly summon?
With each sunrise, a promise of hope anew,
Time’s gentle touch whispers secrets, revealing what it can do.
Physical wounds, the scars they leave behind,
Bear witness to the magic, as tissue mends, unconfined.
Yet, in the realm of emotions, the answer may be unclear,
For time alone may not quell the pain we hold dear.
Heartbreak, loss, and grief follow us, relentless,
As we wrestle with the notion of being truly defenseless.
Does time carry the balm to heal wounds unseen?
To mend the fragments of a broken heart, so keen?
Perhaps, it is the passage of moments, as they unfold,
That grants perspective, strength, and stories yet untold.
Time, a companion in our journey of healing and growth,
Yet, resilience and support fuel the soul’s oath.
To unravel the truth, we must acknowledge the interplay,
Between time’s grace and our own will to find our way.
For time holds no magical power of its own,
But when coupled with love, compassion, it is truly shown,
That healing is a tapestry woven through life’s embrace,
Where time is but a thread, guiding wounds to find their place.
So, let us embrace the bittersweet dance of healing’s quest,
Gather the lessons, and accept time’s behest.
Unraveling the truth behind wounds, we find,
That time’s healing touch is a journey, both gentle and kind.