Spoken Poetry

It will all make sense

Don’t expect answers,
Don’t chase closures,
Don’t search for explanations,
Just let it be.

Because nothing would ever be enough,
Enough to heal the wound,
Enough to void the memories,
Or enough to make you feel better. 

Embrace it as it is,
For what it was.

For when time heals,
It will all make sense.  

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