Time III

Time heals all souls Buried beneath the rubble Of torn yesterday’s False identities And troubled recollection. Time A ticking unit we measure So short in reality We cannot conceive her truth. Can we withstand The moment we face When reality meets the hour We must disguise of actuality? Do we turn our hearts Away from the certainty We know in our appreciation? What shall we give Of this time We stand alone facing In a world so broken We can’t see past the tomorrow? Stares into the future As we relive the past Only to see eventually Time heals all souls. ©Christina M. Wilmes April 2018