Time\u2026
The silent teacher.
A clock with no voice,
yet its lessons echo louder than any preacher I\u2019ve ever heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Time reveals.
It pulls back curtains we were too afraid to touch,
shows us the truth we tried to hide beneath smiles,
separates angels from demons,
the loyal from the loud,
the real from the rehearsed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Time has a way Because time doesn\u2019t just pass\u2014 Every wound becomes a chapter, So whatever you\u2019re facing, Give it time\u2026 Because time\u2026 But time is not your enemy, Time stretches you. Time answers questions And when the dust settles, So trust time\u2026 https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/17efNg6vM9<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Walking Shadow Poetry – Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n
of taking pain by the hand
and walking it slowly toward purpose.
It whispers,
\u201cWait\u2026 watch\u2026 you\u2019ll understand.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
oh no, it heals.
It builds.
It exposes.
It tells stories we didn\u2019t know we were writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
every chapter becomes strength,
every strength becomes a testimony
you never knew you\u2019d have the power to speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the heartbreak,
the silence,
the confusion,
the part of your life that feels like a cracked mirror,
give it time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and it will show you what truly matters.
Time will sift, separate, refine,
leaving only the gold of who you really are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
time never lies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it\u2019s the quiet friend who stays
when everyone else leaves.
It teaches you how to breathe again
when the world around you has forgotten your name.
It tells you that broken doesn\u2019t mean finished\u2026
it means becoming<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It bends your faith,
tests your patience,
presses your heart
until you learn the art of holding on
without losing yourself.
It molds you like clay,
slowly, painfully, purposefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you didn\u2019t know how to ask.
Why they left.
Why it hurt.
Why you had to walk through fire
before you learned you were flame-proof.
Time clarifies what pain tried to confuse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
time hands you a mirror
not to show you what broke,
but what survived.
It reveals the warrior in your wounds,
the victory in your voice,
the destiny in your scars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for it is always working,
even when your world feels still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n