Future Understanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ending of the day bearing tides of yesterday,
filling up spaces reserved for future dilemmas.
So helplessly holding onto pictures, looking
for reasons to continue being.
There are none, life must quit it's desperate
fight for balance and sanity.
Seeking the clear crystal meanings always
promised from birth, yet are never formally
formed or written of.
Letting edges fray away from hands of caring,
leaving fragments to dance and find their own
ways back to puzzles of the mind.
Sallowly formulating the essence of earthly
wanderings as the ending of the day ebbs away
and tides slide from yesterday's shores,
possibly finding themselves on future shores
of understanding.