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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©
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When You Are Away
Your talk of horses comforts me
I imagine you riding along trails
The rythmic beating of hooves
kicking dust into the wind
Your mind wandering
far away
Inside my head
I’m curled up on your sofa
cocooned within your four walls
The daylight fades
It always feels like winter
Maybe I will tell you
I dream of death
and my snow covered grave
I will try to hide the fact
that for a moment
I want to smile
You hold the reigns
speaking gently
I can hear your voice
from a distance
I feel the joyful pulsing
of your heart
as you ride away
Angela Minard 2011
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You Don’t Know
You don’t know it,
but I greet you everyday
Wherever you are
is where I reside
I try to slip
between your thoughts
a whisper, a soft inhalation
as you wake and rise
Each breath you take
is also mine
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Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You’re frightened, and you’re frightening, and you’re “not at all like yourself but will be soon,” but you know you won’t.
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I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
(Source: journalofanobody)
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