Daedal Issues Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Daedal issues slam into me, wanting answers immediately,
ones I can't readily give.

Thunder reverberating within, echoing pleas of expectant
forgiveness, as leaves fall from my mind into piles.

They are scattered by winds of fate into cyclical trials
above and beyond what I can contend with.

Standing alone on shorelines of my own, going inside
and finding peace with no interference.

Yet daedal issues keep slamming into me always.