If you asked me
15 years ago
If I thought that time could heal
that wound
I would have looked at you
– A rawness in my eyes,
My light nearly all consumed –
And I would have told you with
intense certainty
that it would
never
fade away
A hurt that great is itself
an entity
that will haunt me every day.
But 15 years have passed now,
The wound is healed,
The scar; less defined,
And the memory
tickles
only softly now
like a feather on my mind.
Time is kind.
Serena Malcolm 
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