I’ve heard people say time heals it all yet I lie here in my bed at 1:27 a.m. thinking about the hurt and the pain that came my way.
All the unmade apologies, the open ended questions, the broken promises lie next to me while I keep pondering over what time does or doesn’t do.
I’ll tell you what time does, it makes you accustomed to the pain and hurt you once felt so deeply it made you reach for your gut and pull it out. It makes you believe that you’re over it yet it sneaks behind you at nights you’re the most vulnerable.
What time does is lighten the pain but it never removes it entirely.
What it does is, it helps you forgive. But can you really forgive if you cannot forget?
If time heals it all, I should have been a completely new person by now but my scars still show, though they’ve stopped stinging but they’re still present there.
What time does is create a Frankenstein’s monster of all the excruciating pain, of all the past memories and relationships, of all the broken dreams and of all the distress caused.
How we deal with that monster is up to us. Do we let him in? Do we shoo him away?
Time doesn’t stand still to watch us deal with the monster. Time keeps on creating new monsters.
One thing I can say with utmost surety, if time was supposed to heal the pain, we would all be keeping our watches really close to us.