Time Heals

I cannot mend, however I know I can pretend
And against this I choose not to defend, death comes
as my friend.

I cannot jest, however I can make this one request
no, this will not be to confess, death comes
as my guest.

I cannot cope, however I am able to see the entire scope
of things and no, I won't let myself mope because death comes
dressed as hope.

I cannot rise above, however do not mistake that for me not being able to shove
you away because I will not love and death comes
like the dove.

I cannot aim. however I am perfectly capable of placing blame
but no, from me you won't get their names, why, death comes
as my little game.

I cannot fight, however there's a fire I'm willing to ignite
and I will not work separate from my spite because death comes
as my only light.

I cannot bear, however most of the ones for which I care I can spare,
but I can no longer live to dare as death becomes
my prayer.

Death, I can hear it bid me come- show me a way out.

These words that I made, with a intense, fierce feeling I hate.
This one was nothing but pain in reading my youth give up on herself,
Yet here I am, standing before you today.
A stronger woman than I was that long ago day
because I walk free- saved!
My past has been erased and I no longer allow the shadow of fear
to overtake my joy, destroying what I hold so dear.

Time Heals.