RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Like A Teardrop - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Deftly turning into recesses of the deepest interior.
Holding onto small fragments of a broken heart, feeling lost and empty, with no one to impart them to.
Soul-turning sorrow wrenching apart the little bit of love left over from a broken friendship.
Delaying the inevitable, trying desperately to fold in upon itself.
Hiding inside could get rid of the pain and doubt - if only it could be done!
Lying open, bleeding, turning cold as ice - left for dead before the evening begins.
Turning over silently, tears dripping down a face, eyes look straight through you and are lost upon a deserted shore.
No one can follow this lost soul or share it's heart, the journey it must take is long and hard.
Over treacherous mountains, scaling highest elevations - then falling down among dirt-filled cisterns, no one to love.
Steadfastly walking through unending canyons, finding deep their very chasms.
Left alone to find a path of it's own making - left alone without a love to console it.
Sloshing through mud mired fields of yesterday, tiring of all the filth and dirt.
So urgently praying for the cleanliness of a clean and holy spirit.
Left alone to walk along endless shores of sand, finding no one to hold hands.
So empty, thrashing along winter's edge of darkness, skidding headlong into blackest pits of hell today.
A loving heart - it has no lips by which to speak it's mind.
Only brokenness may cause it to utter a sobbing cry.
Sorrow totally rent within, breaking apart all loveliness with a sin of departing drops of tears.
Left unshed, undefiled, yet totally alone in life, like a teardrop, I fall gently - silently - and am washed away.
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