Wounds

Time heals all wounds But never the invisible ones. They linger in the shadows of my mind And they prey on my contentedness Ready to mutilate my life at any moment. Once they do They leave. They do so with a trail of spiraling thoughts And staring at walls Finishing with emptiness. They bury themselves in the shadows once more Just to watch. They gaze delightfully at the scars in my self-worth The gashes in my soul The broken bones of my reality. But none of it bleeds. It all remains numb so others don't see The pain underneath my skin. I pause Hoping for more time But it froze Long, long ago. I lay underneath the sheets Staring at the ceiling Reminded of scars that won't heal Finding that I have more wounds And less time.