Time Doesn`t Heal Poem by nikki cuthbert

What rubbish that people say..

False hopes at the end of the day..

Tradegy strikes and it doesnt stop there..

No it holds on, lingers and breaths on your very air..

It changes everything, who you are, how you think, your essence, it is you..

With all the ifs, buts, n maybes, why mes and what to do..

Every wish, every dream, is nothing, moving on is harder than it seems.....

In body, in mind, in motion, watching others in envy, as you live your shattered dreams..

Its blatant and true over the years, that my babies have stayed just so..

My arms still ache to hold them, breathe in their scent n protect them, you know..

If you see me in a world, all of my own, dreaming of the what might have beens..

Dont feel sorry for me, i want the images of these wonderful scenes..

I no longer have the innocense of it wont happen to me..

3 times fate has taken from me..

So time hasnt healed and my other children here in their own right..

I still mourn, I still cry into my pillow at night..

My boys, my babies, my memories, my no where land..

They live in me, my heart, my soul, my mind, my hand..

Time hasnt healed my gapping wound, its open and hurts just as much as the first day they were gone..

Time is a healer for those around me, whos memories of them have long gone..