Reddened Loss Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching out across a span of time, emptiness fills every-
thing.

Always soothing echoes of the past, life floats by, never
taking time to pass a memory on it's way.

Looking to the future while always looking back, nothing
matters, nothing presses and sticks to a mind.

Shards of glass, stabbing painfully into memory's core,
bleeding out memories once blocked, now becoming hemophiliacs
in disguise.

Until some sense is made of the dripping pools of red, life
will be filled with deadened pain.

Nothing matters, everything will be gained when life is
explored and met in the past and brought forward to become
the person always hidden away inside a jar, whom only you
could see and know.

Being afraid to let anyone else look at your self, kept
bottled up, now removing the lid, peeking out, finding
self is worthwhile.

Reaching out across a span of time, emptiness no longer
fills it, your life has become itself.