Waterfalling Feelings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Not being an expositor, I cannot assist anyone or teach
the ways of life, books explain all tell-tale habits of
getting along in this world.

Turning always in the same direction, wishing instead to
circumscissile this abhorrent life style.

When sadness penetrates the edges of longing there is no
turning back, the tears will fall heavily, descending on
waterfalling feelings.

Never gradually rescinding, standing timidly on the
exterior of life's horizon, forbidding self to enter.

Traps lie along paths, permitting no admittance to the
sandy, light-filled shores untouched by the crescent
shape of fear and sorrowful pleading.

Sinking to depths, unable to reach out, abominable
memories thrust their way to the surface refusing to be
hidden anymore.

Finger poking, prodding the embryonic sac of remembering
with curiosity and unsatiable fear.

Tears of remorse spill from a heart, salted, burning
apart the barrier which has been kept in place so long.

Hold my hand as I traverse this ugly state of mind or I
will run from it and meet my death for sure.

There are no outlets, no easy ways, only to face it will
someday erase the pain of living.

Walking on a tightrope, no safety net, possibly falling
within to meet an inner death, alone, forsaken and left
again, when finishing this requirement of life.

Nothing more staining this mind's eye, but can one survive
this horrible nightmare? Is there enough stamina in
reserve to get past all of this sad remorseful past which
was once all the life self owned?