Treasure Island

Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

Let Time Heal

A cut in the finger
heals as time moves on
by every tick of a second.

A wound in the heart
heals as time swoops down
to sweep away
all hurts into sea of strength
all fears to confidence
all anger to pinch of love.

Let time heal
the nasty cut on your finger
Let time heal
the bleeding wound
in your heart.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013

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  • Kelvin Owusu (5/14/2013 1:26:00 AM)

    a positive note the truth time does heal but only if one allows it to excellent piece i agree with joseph when he says a thoughtful and inspiring poem (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (4/21/2013 12:54:00 PM)

    A brief, but truthful reminder of time, the great healer.A thoughtful and
    inspiring poem that should be helpful to all that heed-sound advice here (Report) Reply

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