Climate Of Intense Brokenness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly walking along shores of life, wondering where the time
has gone and how I will find my way through death, because
nothing on earth matters.

Yet I want it to at times, collecting memories through the
years, now yellowed with age and a texture that has grown
through more endearing over time.

Now etched in my mind forever, touching and selecting wonder
that fills earth on a constant basis, climbing ever higher
and faster into a climate of intense brokenness of the past.

Reflecting sensations that fill the cycle of this life as we
live and find our purposes hidden within the tribulations and
troubles of our existence.

Perpetrating desires as they rise into each individuals presence
of mind, living life as it comes, hoping for peace and serenity
to enter our lives.