I love standing on a height
Watching cars move at a distance
Small figures come and go like
Features of the fading face
Of Someone we used to love.
It’s ironic to see us thriving
Without the people we said
We can’t even live without.
It’s cruel how time heals the wound.
Even without our cooperation.
But when a wound is healed
It leaves behind a mark
A scar on the skin
Like a link to the archives
That brings back the story if clicked
But this story is no longer painful
It’s an experience, a lesson learnt.
Like the cars moving at a distance
Like the waves in the sea
Like the clouds in the sky
Nothing that comes, stays.
So say yourself going through hard times
This too shall pass
This too shall pass.
This Too Shall Pass
Sep 17, 2023
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