Time II

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