By Noel Ihebuzor
I, Time will take bitterness
and make it history
in my time
a gentle wand
will erase the scars
left by the barbed lips,
in my time
my breath soft smoothens
that hard tongue,
formerly sour and metal acerbic
and fills it
with sweetness
all in my time,
***Susan Daniel”s wonderful poem this link prompted this response
Reflections 
This is beautiful, Noel.
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Thanks, Susan. Your poem inspired it. so the credit is actually yours.
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Oh, no, no, no–these are your words, feathery soft and sweet. Bow, my DP!
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you are lucky
the ticking clock heals you
it cleanses you of
the past
for us its ever ringing bell
wishing it would dig into our eardrums
make us deaf
to promises
never to be
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This is strong, Patricia. We must let time heal. We can shut out that bell even if it persists in ringing – our minds are that strong!
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Yes , you are right Noel. Sometimes one wishes the LIES would just stop.
I also want want time ti erase bitterness .
Trouble is what I Hear is not what they hear!
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As we go through life, we acquire our lie detectors and smile when people tell us lies! and then we forgive them!
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