Poem: The Years Don’t Melt Away the Pain

The years don’t melt away the pain,
Like morning frost in summer rain.
They only teach the heart to hide
The echo screaming deep inside.

Time passes — yes, the seasons turn,
But still, the old familiar burn
Lurks soft beneath a smiling face,
A ghost that time cannot erase.

They said, “It fades, it numbs, it heals.”
But pain has roots that time can’t steal.
It lingers in the quiet night,
A silent storm, a stolen light.

Laughter comes, and life moves on,
Yet something deep is always gone.
A shadow where your love once stood,
A hollow, no joy ever could.

Still, I rise and breathe and try,
Beneath the ever-changing sky.
But know this truth, raw and plain:
The years don’t melt away the pain.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty