For The Time Being, by angela Subscribe to rss feed for angela

Our home
Is being dismantled
With cold comfort
As pieces of the past
Collide with different
Expectations of the here and now
Like trigger points
Being re-arranged and demonstrated
In a tray of sand
Revealing how old patterns
Still seem to form our choices

Until one day
A new feeling comes
Blessed with depth of kindness
A true love
To help you realize
You lost nothing
Just gained your sanity
A knew you moment
With a note to self
To have a good time
Posted: 2013-06-23 13:52:16 UTC

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