Fluttering Leave Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tracing tears backwards in time, trying to find where they
once began, maybe stopping them from following me into the
present.

Holding hands with time, , straying off the beaten path of
life to find more purpose and energy to continue living.

Knowing there is nothing to hold onto anymore, like a
fluttering leave in a hurricane wind, no feelings, or roots
to be aware of.

Being pushed into a life that I want no part in, tears of
frustration stabbing like a knife.

There's no understanding or compassion for a person left
alone, no love, no hand to hold or touch in this sorrowful
state of mind.