Surviving Shadows

 


“Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind.” ~  Nathaniel Hawthorne

 

Time doesn’t heal.

It is the spirit’s ability

to grow peace among scars

that keeps the heart

reaching toward tomorrow.

©Susie Clevenger 2021

The Sunday Muse #141


Comments

  1. indybevJanuary 3, 2021 at 2:56 PM

    Love your words. Beauty in simplicity. Forgiveness the key.

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  2. HelenJanuary 3, 2021 at 3:08 PM

    And a beautiful brevity it is ....

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  3. JimJanuary 3, 2021 at 3:09 PM

    Goodness knows I have scars, some won't heal. This is a very evocative piece for me. But I am a Plan B type.
    ..

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  4. Carrie Van HornJanuary 3, 2021 at 3:20 PM

    A powerful message in this beautiful poem Susie! An acre of wisdom in inked brevity!! I love it!!

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  5. TruedessaJanuary 3, 2021 at 4:12 PM

    Time doesn't heal, the spirit does indeed move you forward, the scars will always remain but, the pain will subside.

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  6. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 3, 2021 at 6:24 PM

    Love the message in this poem, Susie!

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  7. Magaly GuerreroJanuary 4, 2021 at 9:28 AM

    This is beautiful (and true), Susie. I love what it promises.

    Happy New Year (again)!

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 4, 2021 at 9:33 AM

    This is beautiful and wise, and said so well.

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