​It Is Time

Time is good medicine

And a well needed dose 

Is always just enough

For necessary change. 

It does heal wounds

And emotional scars fade

Leaving no obvious marks

When enough of it passes 

It cannot be saved

With nowhere to store

Any imagined excess

Thought to accumulate 

What appears in its window

Is often the most unexpected 

Opening up brand new vistas

Through which to traverse

What happens over it

Does often bridge the gap

Across the flow of stress

Without being very obvious 

One thing it guarantees

Is giving fully in return

Just what one makes of it

With every chance it gives

After all it is time consuming 

In entirety all that exist

Swallowing up each instance 

Extending into the futures distance
Ria 2017