Wounds Beneath the clock's Hands

What if they lied to us, that time heals everything?

What if time can’t heal?

What if the wounds only keep getting deeper?

What if the saying "time heals" is only a way to comfort us,

A way to make us feel better and keep strong,

A way to keep us moving on?

I have come to realize, time doesn’t heal, and neither do we forget.

We try, but time and again, we find ourselves tearing from the memory;

We find our hearts in pain,

Haunted by memories.

Trauma wouldn't be there if time healed,

Tears wouldn't flow from memory if time healed,

We wouldn't be scared to love again if time healed,

And we wouldn't lose trust in people if time healed.

But I have also come to realize that we should keep saying “time heals”

Because it will comfort us, and make us feel less hurt.

Memories may show up through different things,

But we shall cling to that little hope that they gave us.

Time heals.

Mariam Salah: The Muse's Notebook