Solo Feelings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There are no sanctions to be found here at the end,
only illusions carefully secreted and guarded without
qualm.
Confinement of existential environments coalesce and
integrate, leaving no black holes of disgrace.
Contemporary relief pours from every being, shattering
inner cores of self-doubt and precarious meaning.
Feelings sololy appreciate their separateness and
rejoice in their coverlet, hiding disappointment.
Cantonly searching depths of musical etudes, calling
forth myriad tones with which to recall memories
hidden deeply within the brain's unconsciousness.
Unfalteringly scaling every opportunity and
unregrettable act to become one in being with our
separate universe.
Always, the end portrait, sitting in quiet deepness
living and breathing alone.