Opening Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking down lanes of yesterday, taking memories for a
walk, alone, just to feel the love and joy from way back
then.
Soul opening, letting in God's inspiration, as it gently
allows innate talent to be exposed in writing.
Tearful blue eyes, flowing with such sadness that it can
never be contained.
Longing for an inanimate object to listen as I pour out
my heart, knowing that there is no person out there who
can do the job I need.
Solitary feelings being penetrated as I remember the
memories from long ago and what a difference they make
in my life today.