They say that time heals all wounds, but where do I sell my time to heal my soul?

You came into my life
unexpectedly.
You touched my heart
so intensely.
That there was someone
who fits you perfectly.
Your love grew in me.
You saved me from loneliness.
You made me feel love again.
You don't feel the way you
would like to feel.
The wound is still fresh
and needs time to heal.
I will be there for you
when you are ready.
Give you love and stability.
My thoughts rattle through my mind.
I don't want to lose what
I finally found.
I feel you in the depths
of my soul.

sharp edges
and pointed parts
might shatter me

a single sentence
could hurt me for days
a single name
could tear me for a couple nights


— words are knives
i’m a glass
threat me to the edge
and i’ll crash

I remember when I would look for healing on those who broke me

What is done is done and there's no taking it back
"Sorry" does not erase the hurt that I feel
Guess all we can do is try to move on
In time hope that forgiveness can heal

i intend to say
i'm good, i'm ok
i fix wounds, i make them heal

but can this doctor
cry for help
as his patients cry for him?

when he heals
someone else
rather than fix what really kills

it's only up to my imagination
what kind of pain really there is
under a wound on your skin

Small shoots of new life poke up through the raw earth
The birds’ song can now be heard in the absence of the howling winter wind
Everything that froze and died and was lost through the long cold months
Has been mourned
And now it is time to begin again

Now it is time to let go and live
To plant new seeds of joy and hope
To enjoy the long hours of sunshine that have been so desperately missed
To remove the bulky layers of armour that are no longer necessary

It’s time for the world to wake
For every creature to shake off its snowy slumber
It’s time for every bitter, frost-bitten heart to heal
Such icy emotions cannot sustain their frozen grip in the warmth of the summer sun

It’s time for every tree to feel for its roots and find a foothold in the supporting soil
So it can propel itself towards the sky
And throw its arms up in surrender to its inevitable victory

And though the weather is wild,
I feel the winds of change blowing open the door to a new season