Dull And Light

Some wounds fade like whispers in the wind,  

Softened by days that quietly mend.  

Scars once sharp grow dull and light,  

Dissolving gently into night.  

Yet others linger, deep and raw,  

No balm in waiting, no soothing thaw.  

Time alone won’t make them cease,  

They beg for courage, they crave release.  

A step, a word, a choice to stand,  

To stitch the past with steady hands.  

For healing comes not just with years,  

But in the face of buried fears.  

So some wounds wait, and some demand,  

That we rise and act, not just withstand.  

For time may soothe, but change must start,  

When we dare to mend a fractured heart.