Time

She pulled back the film
That coated my eyes,
That helped me to
Gloss over your truths
And helped me
Color you beautiful.
She's brought me to a place
Where street signs are spelled out
And I need not try to decide
Which of your contradicting arrows to follow.
Yes, Time held my hand
And pulled me along.
She stood me on my own two feet
And gave me air to breathe.
She slowed my racing heart
And picked up my pieces that had crumbled in your absence.
And though I grow impatient with her
And doubt her in my darkest days
I'm starting to trust her consistency
And believe in where she'll take me.