When a heart shatters  not all wounds heal.
Cuts; Bruises; Being taken and torn; These do…!
These heal!
Being deserted by love? The ones you love; The ones who loved you? To no-longer have the feeling to want or the ability to be loved…? Or, even to feel a touch of a hand  without dying inside?

To hold such fear of even the soft touch of your own child’s hands as he grabs onto your skirt looking for you to hold him;
Is it right?
Or safe?

To no more feel the ownership of my own skin?
To feel… guilt and blame; Shame… for being me?

At fault; … should’ve been elsewhere!?
Responsible; I couldn’t keep my world under control?

Wrong place!
Wrong time!
Things should be…
But no…!
They can’t be…

Still,…  
Fear boundaries;
Fear without a difference;
Safe or harm?!

Time doesn’t heal all; It simply reminds…

Smiles cover tears;
Laughter, pain;
Control is a myth…
But, for the memories;

Even all those good ones
… from, long, long ago;
They will always remind,
‘Do not reach…!?’

Time always reminds;
Reaching is merely
Placing of hands
Elsewhere…
On the same clock.