Mind Mosaics Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mosaics crisscrossing in my mind, trying to fit the pieces
of a puzzle together again, with renewed energy they try
over and over with no results.

Looking like they may fit, sets a pattern and off it goes
again as it doesn't go together to complete a picture.

Knowing that the puzzle can never be whole again, because
the biggest and most important part of it is gone - my Mom.

She is no more, crying with all my soul, throwing the other
pieces out, because I can no longer make any of them fit.

No longer seeing my life in relationship to past mosaics, I
just give up, there is no more.

Nothing else that I can do to set things straight, helpless
and so afraid, trying to hang onto the memory of my Mom.

Must I go on? Won't you just let me quit life and get rid
of this suffering?

It is consuming me with a fire of hatred in everything that
I see and I wish that I were blind so I couldn't see anymore
of it.

Just lie down and let life pass over, setting me in a grave,
then I could love again on some other plain, without any pain.