Time

Time was something I could never forget.

It was something I never thought I could forgive.

Time was a menace, was a murderer, a thief.

It caught me unaware, it caught me with my hands up, with my feet tied.

Time was never on my side.

It sent me reeling away in the dark, like a feather on the winds of a raged sea.

Time, was out to get me.

But then I saw something that I would never forget.

I watched as life was brought into the world, and Time as it took that life, though time, showing that one small person that Time wasn't what everyone thought it was.

Then I saw just what Time was.

Time was a guardian, a keeper, a watcher.

It was the father that Time it's self took away, but gave back in it's own way.

Time was a sister, a brother, and lover.

It gave life, and it took it away, but still it always there.

Time guides.

Time gives.

And Time knows exsactly what it's doing.