Hearing Silent Voices Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Withering and deadened, lying within my mind, sorrow is now
making itself heard, tired of waiting, now stepping up and
screaming silently into this intellect, causing quite a stir.

Loving the absolute peace that fills every particle and fiber
of self, choosing to always be alive in it's essence, along-
side my sorrow of course.

Never leaving grief for very long because it has been with me
an entire lifetime, nothing presupposing it's future within,
only letting it become what it is and must be.

Tantalizing emotions, bringing them to the surface, allowing
their silent voices to be heard above the stillness of this
quiet heart, sitting and tearfully watching as every image
walks in front of my mind being recalled indefinitely.