Turbulent Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Turbulent Life



Silently aware of an inner domain, weakening strength, empty
stare.

Vanquishing myriads of tell-tale images backed upon shores of
ancient lands, qualifyingly adjacent to tunnels of despair.

Reminders of cruelty stand as barriers, unrelenting, stubbornly abusive, just as real events happened to be also.

Running, hiding, falling into cataclysms of unrehearsed desires, totally forgotten in holds of ancient mariner's ships.

Sailing seas of turbulent life, being washed ashore where nature takes over, soothing cuts and bruises of a child-like mind.

A core of redemption rises above inner breaking, softly, silently, repairing fissures caused by the pressure of attempting to grow up.

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