A Safe Place

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A Safe Place

The jangle of the phone rattles my nerves
startling me out from under the weight of memories
and I breathe in and sigh
leaving the ring unanswered
Lost and lonely today
I wander through rooms
searching for the peace and comfort of home
but you are not here and I sink into a silent panic
afraid that you will never again walk through the door
Irrational fear settles into the racing of my heart
as I nervously fold the laundry with trembling hands
Mistakenly, I think that I've heard the garage door open
my throat constricting with relief
until I realize it is only my imagination
and the tears prick my eyes for a moment
before I shake my head
Sitting on the edge of our bed
I draw my knees to my chest
cradling myself until I hear your footsteps on the stairs
your voice breaking the stillness of dread
and I'm wrapped in the safety of your arms once again

Angela Minard 2010©

Comments

. said…
this is beautiful, your'e really talented!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wanda's Wings said…
Very beautiful. You can express so much with your poetry.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Ann said…
Again a beautiful piece.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Lisa said…
beautiful. i understand every word of it. i love it. thanks for sharing. i really appreciate it

<3
-Lisa
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tori said…
I don't know your story or what this part of it explains, but it's making me want to know more!

Writing is a great form of therapy for some people, including me. So keep writing and letting your voice be heard!

<3 Tori
Monday, August 30, 2010
Just Be Real said…
Angela, you speak from your heart of your pain. Great piece. Blessings.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Anonymous said…
Kind of scary to think that a person can be this scared being alone.

Superman
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Janet Gardner said…
So beautiful, I have felt that way too,
Take Care,
Janet :)
Thursday, September 02, 2010
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