Is this really me?

Is this really me?This blurred cacophony of lines,And curves I see,When I look at the mirror! Smudges and broken edges,Of half-formed features, As the colors drain out of theUndefined bounds and intoThe void of Uncharted shadows. Is this really me?This tangled mess of stringsThat were once thoughts,That marked the way ahead! Going over and under,Abandoning …

Dear Time,

Time does heal everything, but can we not be a part of the process? Can we not take some steps on our own, choose the right pieces to help time on it's wonderful task? Why shall we wait and watch while time plays it's wonderful magic on us?