Time

Throughout everyday life, we face hardships,

Snapshots of distress, hurt, and misery,

Yet, time, similar to a delicate welcome,

Recuperates wounds with its delicate consideration.

As days transform into weeks, and weeks to years,

The scars we convey start to blur,

The aggravation we felt gradually vanishes,

What's more, in its place, a freshly discovered conceal.

Time is the best healer of all,

It alleviates the throb, it quiets the tempest,

It assists us with ascending after the fall,

Also, guides us through each new change.

However the injuries might wait in our souls,

Time has an approach to repairing even the parts.

As time passes, we develop further,

We figure out how to relinquish the past,

To esteem the great and let go of the more drawn out,

To push ahead with beauty, immovable.