Time does not work miracles,
does not cover cracks or forgiveness,
the hours pass without shelter,
and pain sings in the heart.
The days fly, like whispers,
and the clock marks its compass,
but change is not a dream,
is the action that becomes peace.
Every wound has a story,
every tear has a reason,
it is not time that transforms,
but the effort to be reborn.
Healing is not just a mirror,
or a memory that goes away,
is to find oneself on the way,
is to accept what lies behind.
Time does not work miracles,
but you are the actor,
of your story and your steps,
paints the canvas with courage.
