Interior Attitudes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whispering particles of life light up my heart on
forlorn shores, today raking in piles of sorrow
like leaves under trees of grief.

Tusselling with interior attitudes, creating avenues
of mistrust, and holding onto whatever volumes of
heredity can be found.

Walking into abysses and caves, searching forever
for reminders of total recall.

Turned down on beds of lasting bereavement, soft
whispers talking into my mind, conferencing with
thoughts I feel are there and aren't being expressed.