Time
time supposedly dulls pain
the phrase “time heals all wounds” enrages me!
time moves on
it forgets to stay with you
in grief
in anger
in contemplation
time discriminates in its involuntary movement
not a single look back
not a passing “how’s it going” uttered
nothing but perpetual absence
time has the privilege of keeping a forward trajectory
when you are broken
when you cannot try again– today or ever–
when you are paralyzed
time doesn’t dull pain
it stretches the ache thin
for others to hold
for your entire body to absorb in smaller doses
for you to think it is dull
for you to think you are healed
time is a trickster we can’t catch
and we pursue enternally
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The push and pull and perpetual rolling-forward of this poem is moving. I especially like the visual of time stretching the ache thin.
Thank you, LittleBird!
You’ve hit the nail on this one! So much truth and, of course, the trickster is the true naming!
Thank you, Sylvia!!!
Ha! I railed a bit about the illusion of time in mine yesterday too.
There must be something in the air.