Time was supposed to heal me
But I ain’t done much healing
Love was supposed to fill me
But I ain’t got that feeling
So empty and lonely I feel inside
The dark nights that I sat and cried
Are coming back to haunt me
Chain me with their sadness
Well I suppose they want me
To dive into the madness
The end of the tunnel promises light
I ain’t got left with much of a fight
The road seems unending to me
Strange voices I hear calling
Out from the shadows to me
Getting louder as I start falling
In the depths where they’d steal me
Eventually time will heal me
Time Was Supposed To Heal Me
Frank Solanki 
We know about time! Listen to Genesis’ song “No Son of Mine”! The dominant idea is a compromise problem. I love the ending…
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Will do.
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Good one. All the happy love and all, where does it bring you. On the other side, where does down and out get you. What are words anyway?
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The wounds that are taking the longest to heal are the ones that I have learnt the most from. This poem moved me Frank, thank you for sharing.
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Thanks and welcome.
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Keep the faith…time will eventually. . .
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Thanks. Have a nice day.
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It’s my first time visiting your blog. Thank you for your poems. It inspired me to start writing them again. 😊
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I couldn’t be more glad.
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Nice poetry Frank, yes time heals each and every wound on your body or soul
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Thank you.
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Great song! I especially like the fact that the last line refers to the first line of the song.
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Thank you.
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Well, shit, Frank. All this melancholy sentiment. Where’s the bubbly lovey-dovey stuff. This shit makes me sad. Not that I don’t tend to sadness normally. I do; the mournful curmudgeon. But, hell, go fishin’ or sumtin’
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Sometimes I need a break from all the happiness.
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Oh, laughter. Me too, me too.
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Magnificent Frank, felt every word!
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Thank you, Tamara.
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You’re quite welcome!
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It pierce my heart.
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Ouch!
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This was very good Frank
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Thank you.
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Beautifully penned.
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Thank you.
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I especially like “In the depths where they’d steal me” for its connotation of being kidnapped against one’s will, what Depression is like to me, a villain who can only get me if It plays dirty.
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I lost my husband 6 years ago (this coming June.) This is what I wrote about tine and healing:
“That hole, it will never be filled. I wouldn’t want it to. That piece of our hearts that we lost when we lost our loved one is forever reserved for them. They are irreplaceable. Time doesn’t heal. But God does.” ❤️
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Really emotional! Thanks for sharing.
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💙
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I can relate to this piece. Superbly penned, Frank.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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I shared this with a friend this morning. “Plan on these moments. They are not the end of the journey. They are the passageway through the tunnel and into the light.”
“In just a little while, you will feel, see, and know the purpose of what you’re going through. Soon it will become clear.” Melody Beattie.
The unfortunate part is we don’t know how long ‘a little while’ is, but we do get to the end of that tunnel, and bathed by light once again. Much love. xx
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Thanks for sharing.
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Time is a lie:
A dishonesty writ large upon a pained soul.
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Love your work, Frank!
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Thank you.
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It’s gonna be ok
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I hope so too.
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Beautifully penned, Frank! I really relate to this one. Loved your words
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Thank you, Ana.
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My pleasure!
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Have a nice day.
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Thank you, you too!! 😊
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So much love 💕….true love expressed in a beautiful way 😊
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Thank you.
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Beautifully written❤
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Thank you.
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Wow! You have the gift. 👍
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Thank you, Tim.
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You are welcome.
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So right
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Thanks.
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Yw
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Liked it 🙂
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Thanks.
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True story?
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Nope.
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Do we really heal or just get used to it?
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Aren’t they one and the same?
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Perhaps the difference is between healed and restorrestored. Whichever it is. I wish it for you
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Thanks, Lloyd.
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I think we heal when the pain finally fades, but our scars will always be reminders of the pain. If the wound reopens from the reminders, the pain starts again…
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That makes a lot of sense.
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So very true…
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Beautiful! Can relate with it 🙂
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Thank you.
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