Poetry

​Time heals all wounds

​Time heals all wounds by Suzanne Allen I wake to see another morning dawn. Sleepy, stretching and still a yawn. That familiar pang of doubt. Sometimes I want to scream and shout. Tired of sometimes feeling this way. Somehow I still make it through the day. Slight tingle of pain from old wounds. Reminds of… Continue reading ​Time heals all wounds