Mental Exodus: Journey Between the Lines

By Debbie Armstrong

Debbie Armstrong has always loved nature and being outdoors. She has worked for over thirty years at Robbins Nursery in Sebring, where here she can enjoy all the beauty of nature, people, and animals and get paid for doing what she loves. Inspiration comes in many forms to her; it could be a conversation, a bird flying overhead, a look in the eye of a customer, or just something as simple as a sound. Mental Exodus - Journey Between the Lines is her second book filled with emotion and inspiration.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781543497786

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Copyright © 2021 by Debbie Armstrong.

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Rev. date: 09/10/2021

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Contents

Acknowledgment

The Shadow Falls

Scared American

Great Whirling Mass Set on Self-Destruct

The Phantom

Freedom

Moon Glow

Life and Death

I Reach Inside

No Matter Where You Roam

Drowning in Passion

One Man, One Woman

Running

Fever Pitch

Walz Under The Moon

The Dream

Back to The Dream

Yonder Moon

Change

Darkness Crashing

The Healer

One More Time

Yesterday . . .

Insanity

Gather Your Dreams

The Truth

Angel on My Shoulder

Scarred, Broken, and Torn

Timeless . . .

Preparation for the Game

Truth

Untitled Emotion

Lost in Your Eyes

Release the Past

Gift or Curse

Never Mind

Take Me

Lucid Dream

Dreams Not Yet Dreamt

I Was Dreaming

Caught between Worlds

Lines

Called Away

Rise Above

World Thought

Angel Wing

New Love

Wicked Game

Life Renewed

Lesson Learned

The Tears Fall

Loving a Music Man

Beast of Past

I’ll Sing You a Song

Drift . . . Into You

Heartbeat to Raindrop

Brambles

Moon Thought

Worlds Away

Lust of Blood

Farewell . . .

Sometimes The Night

Searching

Fire

So

Tonight . . . I Write

Just a Rant

Manic

Picture

One More Chance

Tear Fall

The Last One Standing

She Walks the Night

Silenced

Walk with Me

Cast Out

It’s Just Life

Sunshine

Bonded

A Letter to The World

Magic

Simple

So They Tell Me

Romance Under The Moon

Fly, My Angel

Have No Fear

As Time Blurs

Another Day

All Words Spoken

It was Written

Breathless

Drifting Away

Destiny

Life Goes On

Spores

When Angels Fly

Close Your Eyes

Reality Shouts

Walking With . . .

I Told The Wind

Shadow Dancer

A Day in a Life

Darkened Paths

Bloodied Knees

Drops

Did You Miss Me?

Dark Room

She Got The Call

Acquired Thought

Ask No More

Domino

Jaunt Across My Mindscape

A Warrior’s Lament

The Eagle

And She Cries

Jesus Loves Me

Fire in The Sky

Where has Mother Gone?

Looking Inside

Into My Soul

I Am . . .

Fact or Fiction

Thoughts of Thanksgiving

Simple Quest

Return to Reality

The Word

Heart and Soul

When Love Leaves

I Am No Angel

It’s More Than Rain . . .

Guess it’s All Been Said

And She Walks

Creation

Resurrect Me

Lift Your Angel

From Silence

Flash.

Acknowledgment

I would like to thank Robert Bernard Deluise. Without his constant influence, belief in my poetry, and financial backing, this book would not have been possible. Thank you for all your support and love through the years. Together, we take this journey between the lines.

To my sons, Curtis and Devon, although off on their own adventures, they are always checking in and seeing what Mom is up to now, always supporting me in my endeavors. Thank you for always being there. It means a lot. Love to you both.

To the wonderful staff at Xlibris, they have been marvelous through every step of the way. Mary Flores, Louise Panelo, and the production team, thank you for making the process a wonderful experience.

The Shadow Falls

As the sun sets playfully, the shadow falls against your cheek, warming the thoughts that you try so desperately to conceal. You can’t hide from the warmth that she sends you as she descends from her perch. But you wait patiently, coyly, for the shadow to give you refuge. Then slowly you become alive and ready to devour what is yours. There is not anger here nor lust that you prey upon. There is just peaceful serenity and quietness in your soul.

April 6, 2000

Scared American

I watched the news . . . watching as towers full of people fell. Somehow I felt as if I were intruding upon them . . . I could feel their terror well up inside me, and I had to turn the news off. As fast as the switch turned . . . I felt a terrible horror rise within my gut, and I wept. I could not reach them, and yet I could

feel . . . I could not help them . . . and yet still, I could feel. I knew them not . . . and yet they were all part of me, of us, of America.

And yet this was not enough to satisfy the terrorists, for more victims they gathered, and again, I watched and felt intrusion upon the reigning terror of them . . . and more I felt the terror of the lost ones and wept. Still, the fear crept through out my body . . . for more were dying . . . more were crying out, and still, I felt them.

I tried listening to the radio, for I, as an American, should stay informed . . . but I could not. It wasn’t the speakers’ voices that came through . . . It was the cries . . . I could not bear. The feeling of desperation hung thick in the air . . . as I felt them.

I am at a loss for words . . . I cannot give their loved ones hope, strength, blood, food. I only can weep for those that have lost . . . to those lost, I can give them strength to cross over . . . share with them emotion . . . help release their pain, for I am a footbridge, which all may pass.

We, as Americans, must stand firm in our convictions . . . our beliefs .