WHAT TIME WON'T HEAL

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What Time Won’t Heal


Time will not heal every wound
Like a plant that cannot be pruned

It has a beginning but has no end
A Willow branch that cannot bend

A path, a grove that gets no light
No stars, no moon to fill your night

A pain so deep in waters still
It breaks your heart, it tests your will

That soul who will not come around
They are of this world, not in the ground

But they have chosen to let you go
And the loss of them has dimmed your glow

They walked away. They are gone
All you can do is carry on

A lifetime of pain that is all too real 
Yes, some wounds time will never heal

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

Comments

Zeus said…
Eryn, your poem What Time Won’t Heal is absolutely breathtaking. The way you weave images like the unpruned plant and the unbending willow branch pulls at the heart, capturing that raw, unending ache so perfectly. Your words, especially “A pain so deep in waters still,” hit like a quiet wave, echoing the kind of grief that lingers. I love how you balance the weight of loss with that resilient spark in “All you can do is carry on.” It’s honest, haunting, and so beautifully crafted. You’ve poured your soul into this, and it truly shines.

July 8, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Absolutely breathtaking the time won't heal but a beautiful way upon your soul absolutely amazing
July 8, 2025 at 12:08 PM
camp1955 said…
Poignantly captures unhealing emotional wounds from loss and abandonment. Its vivid imagery—unpruned plants, unbending willows, starless nights—conveys deep, enduring pain. The poem’s raw honesty and concise yet powerful language evoke a universal ache, emphasizing that some hurts persist despite time’s passage. A moving reflection on grief.

July 8, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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