I have licked my wounds and pretended that they are not there, that the pain no longer does remain.
The pain is gone but the memory is still there.
Different now, like the changing of a season a new way of being is present within me.
The ebb and flow of life, the multitude of emotions bubble, boil, simmer and cool all in their own time.
It is Spirits way of letting us taste all of the fruits of life.