Awaiting Fulfillment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A deep sadness has silently crept upon me, filling my soul with
unshed tears, awaiting fulfillment.

There are no explanations to give, life has closed around me
suddenly, like the morning glory folds it's hands and head in
the mid-afternoon sun.

It is a natural reaction from within to hide from pain and
sorrow that leap out upon my mind from time to time.

Alone in the garden, falling tears watering my soul, helping
me to grow through the pain I know of myself alone.

Sharing will not lessen it, nor can it be taken from me,
knowledge of it's presence helps to walk through it's darkening
despair, yet I cannot always seem to be so sure of the pathway
leading me into it's penetrating nearness, closeness of inner
pain of heart, mind and soul.

All of life will be a tortuous path, winding and rewinding
itself through this infinite, everlasting saddened despair.

As life nears it's end, I can reach out and touch it, feel
it's image with my soul, it has become my friend.

Embracing feelings, silence, the essence of it's being, mine,
a part of self that will not die until I no longer exist
myself.

Triumph of life is having lived with and through The darkness
of life's desert alone, on foot until the end has overcome my
soul.

Completely rinsing me from earthly despair and sorrow to be
at last, fast asleep within.