By Carolyn Ursabia (circa 2003)
I reside in the days of gray -
The meaningless ‘in between’
Where nothing counts.
Outside the bright sun shines
And makes me angry
Because it lies – the sun lies!
It is not a bright new day
Time could not have passed
Because I am still here
Where nothing changes inside me.
And where once I had hoped
That it would be TIME that would save me,
I was wrong.
Instead TIME opened up my eyes.
It shone the sun’s LIGHT upon the truth:
Time does not heal all wounds.
