Wounds

Wounds

A Poem by Thisismythearpy
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Just a middle of the night writing about how time doesn't really heal all wounds. Just a small something.

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Time does not heal all wounds 
Though It allows you to briefly forget 

Unfortunately you will always feel them 
When you wish to feel numb

Some wounds have a way of lingering 
In a most painful way

© 2017 Thisismythearpy


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Wounds from the heart and soul, are the deepest ones, one can have. And as they are unseen, some keep them hidden, others, just do not know how to express the pain buried within. I know all about wounds. From Sexual abuse to Verbal and Mental Abuse, aside from physical, I have seen much and heard much. In the end, it nearly killed me, more than once, the pain, anger, bitterness, rage, and hatred.
I was always seen as meek and shy, reserved and very quiet. But deep within, my would bled and no one saw or noticed at all. In the end, the main perpetrator, being my dad, he made sure to make me seem as a ruthless liar with a very creative mind. I have come a long way from how I was back than. God has helped me face my scars and fears and hate, and my heart is no longer one of stone but of flesh. Does not mean that the pain, is gone, it still remains, but now I can speak more freely than before of my past pain. I have finally gotten to the point of being able to also forgive him. It was not easy to do so, believe me but it took a couple of years before doing so completely.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I do enjoy a brief poem from time to time. The subject matter you chose to write about definitely peaked my interest due to me being a semi-dark writer myself. I really enjoyed this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wounds from the heart and soul, are the deepest ones, one can have. And as they are unseen, some keep them hidden, others, just do not know how to express the pain buried within. I know all about wounds. From Sexual abuse to Verbal and Mental Abuse, aside from physical, I have seen much and heard much. In the end, it nearly killed me, more than once, the pain, anger, bitterness, rage, and hatred.
I was always seen as meek and shy, reserved and very quiet. But deep within, my would bled and no one saw or noticed at all. In the end, the main perpetrator, being my dad, he made sure to make me seem as a ruthless liar with a very creative mind. I have come a long way from how I was back than. God has helped me face my scars and fears and hate, and my heart is no longer one of stone but of flesh. Does not mean that the pain, is gone, it still remains, but now I can speak more freely than before of my past pain. I have finally gotten to the point of being able to also forgive him. It was not easy to do so, believe me but it took a couple of years before doing so completely.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am a fan of brief, evocative poems that provide insight into the human predicament, especially where suffering is involved. This piece qualifies on all counts. It puts the lie to the old cliche "time heals all wounds." Some wounds don't seem to yield, even to decades. The first verse does provide some hope, with the acknowledgement that time can allow one to briefly forget. With enough time and therapy of various sorts, perhaps those intervals can be lengthened. Good insight in this one. Hope it increases.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 15, 2017
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Thisismythearpy
Thisismythearpy

Kingston, TN



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Hello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..

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