By Tela Wallen
We all want to hear good stuff
Don’t want to hear bad.
We sit around waiting for time to heal us.
Time isn’t healing,
It’s not what it does,
It didn’t sign on for that job.
Healing is my business, and yours, and yours.
It’s up to our own pained heart.
I can’t heal you,
And you can’t heal me,
But together we can help each other.
Together we can talk
Together we can share
That we’re not all alone in our feelings.
That maybe one day in this mucked up world
We’ll find a little peace in each other’s arms.
A moment here,
A teardrop there,
If we’re together it won’t matter so much.
The same old hurts will still be ours
The same time keeps the beat,
But since our feet will be moving together
We’ll be dancing
Instead of just marching.
And that will not end in defeat.