RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Filtered Darkness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tiniest ray of light filtered through the darkness, shattering
the despair for a while.
Taken aback, surprised by it's appearance, silently thinking
about today and it's hectic schedule.
No rest for these weary bones, dragging along a body and mind
completely exhausted from work - feeling sick and achy.
Spreading the gentleness of the orange ray of light across
my brow - my sight - helps to ease the strain of this long and
tiring day, melting slowly into night.
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