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©