Minutes

By Taonga Tangaere

“30 Minutes”

The amount of time it takes me to get out of bed

“30 Minutes”

The amount of time it takes to convince myself that leaving the safety of soft covers is a better alternative than to not

“30 Minutes”

The amount of time that I allow myself temporary weakness, that I allow myself the indulgence of weakness

Of freedom

From strength

From a mask stitched so closely that my face has become a stranger.

“30 Minutes….”

In which I welcome depression into my bed, and take her as lover.

“30 Minutes”

Feels like 30 seconds, and eternity

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