by reginadee2014

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Regina Puckett


Does time really heal

Or does it gloss over how we feel?

Does it keep picking at our scab?

Does it continue to poke and jab?

Does it let the mind do a replay

Of your worse pain on that day?

Time is that one son of a bitch

That sews you up – to pull out the stitch.