by joetwo

They say time heals all

But that is only partially right

Time reduces, balms, deflates

But it doesn’t completely remove

The kernel, the spore of the hurt

Ready to grow when able

To remind of what was lost

To sap at joy, erode happiness

Taking over dreams in the night

Lurking through days


The trick is to continue

To remember everyday what remains

Love, others, a beautiful world full of wonders

To live in, to explore

To keep the spore closed

By remembering to live.