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Friday, November 4, 2011

Sanctuary


Sanctuary

All that I'm left with is homesickness...
the dull, throbbing ache
that always sits in my chest
I use the word "homesick,"
as if you were my sanctuary,
the piece of myself that I hold close
like a poem
recited by heart

Here I am now
Lost inside the whisper of a dream
Past, present, future
unknown, found, lost
unfinished...

Angela Minard 2011©

2 Comments:

John C Buchanan said...

'the whisper of a dream' fantastic, Thanks.

Wanda's Wings said...

Moving.