AugPoWriMo 23

I don’t know how long it will take to heal
Scars or moments we would rather forget
Time is all we have to borrow or steal
Ourselves against rising tides of regret
The past is a country we can’t visit
The future a house in need of repair
Pieces scattered into a composite
Of wholeness for which we cannot prepare
No one has a plan or waits to be born
Into a world that does not yet exist
Our thoughts coalesce while taking a form
That shadows still do their best to resist
The darkness will have no choice but to give
Life to the light by which we grieve to live