Time heals.
It mends the broken heart.
It soothes away the pain.
Time passing,
grief dispelling,
sorrow fading.
Time heals,
but does it make anew?
Does not the heart
still bear the scar.
The memory,
the words that caused the pain.
Though these be hidden from our view,
in some dark corner
they still remain.
Time heals,
but do we not by conscious effort
the sorrow from our thoughts dispel?
In time,
even though we oft despair
we learn to do it well
and so time heals.
Time heals,
and with the passing of time
no longer do we recount
those things
which caused us pain.
When they would loom up in our mind,
we would say
'Don't think of them again!'
Though this be so
and we by instinct
a wall around ourselves do build
to shield us.
In quieter times,
when sifting through the thoughts that we retain,
from out the blue dark shadows of the past
loom high.
And there we stand detached
and seemingly immune,
and with cautious thoughts,
recall those things again.
It is on these occasions,
memory having taken us by surprise,
as we allow our mind's eye to recount those times
so long hidden from our view, the covers being removed,
the past relived,
we know that time does not really heal,
it only covers.