Perhaps it was the early morning downpour
a reminder
making my bones ache
the holes of my heart
soaking in the poison like a porous sponge
crazy screaming
frantic cleaning
only this flesh remains
Angela Minard 2014©
Poetry and thoughts on my journey toward healing and unlocking the silence within. Words are magic. Words have the power to heal, so find your voice, and fly
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