Interior Storm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Like wind blowing fiercer and harder through an interior
storm, gales tossing everything in all directions, care-
lessly leaving me behind a wall of curtains.

Testing my strength and will power against time immemorial,
nothing to be taken from within this bodily being, as sounds
of silent grief are being played in interior universes.

Life quietly steals away, no one ever knowing or realizing
the depths of innate knowledge being accumulated through
it's precious wisdom.