All Better

When I was 3, I thought a kiss would heal my wound. If I hit my head on the corner of the table it was no big deal. SMOOCH! All better.

When I was 8, I thought a Ninja Turtles band-aid would heal my wound. If I skinned my knee on the asphalt it was no big deal. COWABUNGA! All better.

When I was 18, I thought vodka would heal my wound. If I left my heart in unreliable hands it was no big deal. GULP! All better.

Now I can see how each was wrong, and also how each was right. They were illusions of healing, but they could put a mind at ease... for a while. 

I have often heard that it is time that heals wounds. All better? I don't know yet.