This weeks poem… as time passes in heals. Things change, life goes on even when you think it can not. But healing takes the time it takes, not the time you allocate.

Not yet over

You can’t get past what’s not over,

You can’t heal a still bleeding wound,

Can’t wash dust off your feet

When you still tread the path.

Let time do what it does

Cry your tears, toss your turns

Rub the salt,

Let it burn.

Can’t leave behind what’s inside you.

Kampala 2017