Time Heals
Like a withered rose laid bitter
on a dark winter with all my petals fell
with the autumn wind.
Will I grieve forever, the loss? Shall it bring back
my life whole again in spring?
Part of me fell apart like a crunchy
autumn leaves and waiting for another
season to sprout the same, after a long
hibernation of sufferings...
in a cold winter nights of sorrowing.
In reality, the grieve was still there,
haunting forever until the season folds,
no matter how hard I rebuild back my life,
the brokenness was still there and
will never be whole again.
But, my spirit will remain withered,
from the painful grief.
A deep scar of sorrow, left my heart,
ripped. How can I move on
to make myself strong? Tell me how...
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