Silent Experiences Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Everyday experiences plop my way as I settle down looking
for a place to stay.

Day after day, things keep going by, leaving me standing
with no where to live.

Not a worry, not a care and everything's where it should
be, yet, here am I with a silence so deep it can't be
quenched.

A feeling of love so way down inside makes me so happy -
why do I want to cry?

This silence I can't define, though the love I know is real,
wanting to cry because this love isn't being expressed to
the extent I desired.

That's why the silence is in me - in reality it's despair.