A poem about healing...
written by myself
"LORD, you know the hopes of the helpless. Surely you will hear their cries and comfort them" Psalm 10:17
They say time heals
but my clock must be broken.
Because I feel the minutes pass,
Yet my heart's stuck in the moment.
A constant 'tick' without a 'tock' to follow
I stare at my watch and anticipatively swallow
But every uncounted minute
leaves my head spinning
Trying to calculate the seconds
Until I can rip off the bandage.
