Uninhibited Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cracked and split open, past thoughts lie upon the floor
of my soul like fresh eggs which have fallen and broken
when touching their final destination.

No explanations ever needed, all is self-explanatory when
seen in the salted tears falling helplessly upon all of it
lying on the floor.

Seeing the devastation, writing finally of what has been
done to a poet who has been dealt the uninvited turmoil
of life while living an existence of forebearance.

Striking chords throughout moments of past pieces of an
ancient puzzle, now disguised and kept hidden within the
darkness, no more to be taken out or looked at again.