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“Time” A Poem

By Abbi Matheson 

Time heals all wounds.

But time is slow and tedious and we strive for instant liberation of all that hurts us.

We drop these pains as one would a hot plate, trying desperately to distance ourselves from them.

But distance does not heal wounds.

Out of sight out of mind does nothing if the wound is still open and bleeding.

You are left with the inability to confront what hurts, waiting for time to catch up with distance.

So you keep running, thinking that will help, until finally time catches up.

You end up somewhere far away from what you know with the scars of your past fresh on your skin.

This is when you heal.


Abbi Matheson is a Staff Writer for The Hub. She can be reached at

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