“Time heals all wounds,”
they say.
But they do not say when
Or how
Or what
eases your sorrows.
The rug was ripped from below
Your feet
And you just lie there
Unable to comprehend
ever standing again.
But sure enough,
One foot after the other
You push your weight up
And you’re standing
once again.
This time you rose
Harder than you ever fell
And you feel the strength
Within you that you gained
from the fall.
For if the fire never burned
The Phoenix cannot
Rise from the
ashes.
