No Time HealsA Poem by Shelly AraujoVenting over pain of my mother's long illness and struggle
No Time Heals
How is it after all this time
The pain of childhood haunts my mind.
Each day I gasp in disbelief
That someday I shall have relief.
Does it come when I have passed?
Do tears release me from this past?
The daily struggle in search of peace,
That someday I shall have relief.
At times I blame the innocent,
At times I’m flush with discontent
And hate for how you stole our dreams
And wear that comes from wrestling.
With pain and fear from your campaign
As you struck and seared her brain.
Our mother who was ‘til then our grace,
She suffers still at your disgrace.
I prayed and prayed through all this time,
And still the pain haunts my mind.
Where is the cure for this disease?
When does she get her release?
Author: ShellyA
January 24, 2009
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