Agedly Growing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strangling my mind like ivy growing, trying to be
heard as it blossoms forth into myriad flowers of
inert colors.

Swerving with beats of growth and caring, slicing
the air with fragrances of untold perfume.

Struggling with aptitudes of other's, outperforming
any being with encylopedic volumes of poetry, unlike
any other writer.

Solace growing agedly with each passing year, as
birthdays come and go without notice due.

Strangling my mind like ivy growing inside, trying
to be heard as myriad flowers become the gardens of
heaven.