Time failed

She does

She still does

She remembers

Thirty years down the line

As she tries to rewrite her story

Realizes some pages weren’t tone

In that old book still lie pages upon pages of inked lines of her not so fortunate past

A past she so hard wants to erase

But like words engraved on an epitaph,those pages remain in-erasable

They stand the test of time,

Time that was meant to heal her but chose to fail her

Like a bandage covering a cut,it just covered up the scars

With time the bandage get soaked with blood and once more the wound is revealed;

the memories unearthed, and the scar visible

The wound bleeds again

And once more she cries for what she lost

what was taken away from her

Then she waits

Waits for the tears to dry

Waits for time to coverup her scars

Waits for the memories to be earthed

But she well knows it’s only a matter of time before the bandages get soaked in blood;before the wound is revealed;before the past comes haunting her

Amatter of time before she again shades tears for what was taken from her,

what he took when he defiled her,

her innocence