Time is Not A Healer

You’ve probably heard or even said that a particular situation will get better with time. You might also have been told, if you’ve been fortunate enough to have had your heat broken, that time heals wounds. I’ve said it myself on a couple of occasions. We hear maxims that tell us time is a great healer and that time solves problems. I wish it were true.
Time is neither a healer nor a problem solver. No wound gets healed because of time alone. That is simply because time is not a force. Time cannot do work. Time will also not do work. Time will allow you do work. Time itself will not do the work. Time is an opportunity for everybody to live. It is one of the foundations of our existence on earth. We know our world as it is because of time.
If you have any healing to do then start getting it done. Pick the pieces of your broken heart up and apply a healthy dose of super glue or top gum. Leave it out to dry and before long you’ll have your heart all patched up and ready for more breaking. Don’t leave anything to time. You’ll be sorely disappointed. Tomorrow will only be better if today lays a good foundation for her. Don’t say time will tell. Time does not have a mouth. It doesn’t gossip.
Newton was such a genius. He told us that force is the only thing that changes inertia. Force will either make you start or stop moving. Time will not do it because time is not a force. Pretty clear, isn’t it? I would say it is. So, get a move on. Stop if you need to. Your journey and destination are dependent on you not on the passage of time.
One of the best lessons I’ve learnt is that nothing moves until somebody or something moves it. My coaches taught me that long before Newton did. They showed me time isn’t a force long before Physics told me the same thing. They told me to hit the road and to hit it in grand style. You could spend ages on Antarctica and you’ll remain there, probably grow some mushrooms on your head as you get older. Someone else will spend those ages trekking and after a generation spent changing worn soles and drinking tons and tons of water, escaping wild beasts and sleeping in unfriendly caves, that someone will get to the North Pole wearing a semblance of clothes, balancing on an ugly stick and smiling with whatever if left of his/her/its teeth. Time didn’t do it. Worn soles and lots of food and many other things did. Simply, time will not change your position in space. That is solely your responsibility or the responsibility of any meteorite you’re fortunate enough to remain in its path. Your speed notwithstanding, start walking and keep walking till you get to the North Pole, Antarctica or whatever your destination is.
Get a move on or hitch your belt hooks to a moving locomotive. Either case will ensure you’re on the move and that you wear out some shoes in the process. Isn’t that great? It’s good news that you don’t have to depend on time to sort out your feelings for you. Who knows how long time will take? Time might not even like you and would therefore decide to leave you in your misery. How awful! Good news! Your healing is your responsibility as is your prosperity, poverty and family size (imagine time determining how many kids you’ll have). You choose what to make out of your life. Choose where to go and get a move on. Don’t carry the victim mentality. Take responsibility and be a verb- a doing person.
Me, I'd rather be free, free to walk and fail, free to be right and to be wrong, free to choose when to be still and when to be a-moving. I'd rather be free to choose my life than be bound to a self confined prison.

Found

I took stock and found I had cause to give thanks. Faith has found me, finally. The journey isn't ended. It's not just starting either. And it's a journey that has taught me more than I can tell.
Faith found me, a knife under my pillow and a note explaining the death on my phone. It was there faith found me. Faith pointed out the old father to me. He had failed uncountable times but he trusted faith and rose to the heights beyond the sky. Then faith showed me the condemned robber who gained the King's pardon. Faith told me hope remained, that the minute after midnight is as dark as midnight, although it is already morning. Faith taught me not to fear night but to embrace it as a phase. Faith taught me to dream again, encouraged me that dreams still come true. Faith showed me night is good. That the dream comes before the work. Faith pushed me to dream and dream again.
When faith found me, my songs had ceased. They were stopped in my mouth before ever they were voiced. And the joy of my moonlight dance was swallowed up in the sad sunshine of those dreary days. Faith found me, my head under water, the water in my eyes, over against my nose, pressing against my chest. Faith found me in the valley beyond the stuffy Sahara. In the valley beyond, the globules circled my head and all I saw was the pure terror of a soul destined to live yesterday.
Faith found me then taught me to dream and to live; to sing and to dance; to hope and be grateful; to laugh! Because I had perfected the laugh without the heart, the laughter of teeth. Faith taught my heart to smile and to laugh, taught my eyes to dance.

Poetic License

Means I can right nonsense, even wright a poem.
It is freedom
To place my comma. where the period, ought
To be grammatically incorrect
Disrespectful of concords
Unmindful.

Is the freedom of the poet to defy gravity and other such law
Without being tagged offender
Dragged unceremonically before
the court of critics- eternal guardians of rote
The gruff nose and sharpened pencil of the high judges
Ever ready to pass “Guilty!”

Is the leeway the poetry always sought to step out of the box. And step sidewards
Circle, Exclaim, Showers. Doodle,Enthuse,Think

Is the reason I will wright this
I shall call such jargon poetry.