Piece by Piece

Healing
Did not come
In the way I expected 

I thought time would do 
What they say it does 
But
Time isn’t a doctor 
Or a therapist 
Or a shoulder to lean on
During times like this

I’m in the in between 
That churning grey sea
So full of debris 
I’m clearing it
Piece by piece 
Finding more each day 
Allowing myself 
To feel the pain
And cry 
And scream
And experience what healing really means