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... ©aroque All rights reserved