Better In Time

Knives get dull,

people eventually forget,

the snow melts

and fires finally die.

 

How we try to recall

when the crisis is lingers

it will get better in time,

then we exhale that stress

like a promise we lie to ourselves

that the pain will end,

sadness shall cease.

 

But the scars still remain,

broken hearts seldom go away,

improvement is the path of healing

where we don't deny the wounds,

rather to treat learning as the progress.

 

Because even in spring

there are signs that winter came

and to see it with eyes open

is to embrace change

with all its flaws and values,

while not pretending

hours will erase the past

instead of accepting transformation

doesn’t always translated into

into the death of every problem.