Honeysuckle Breaths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tackling problems of heart-breaking moments, quietly
listening to whispers under breaths of honeysuckle
rose.
Holding pieces of china hearts in wrinkled hands,
wondering at their sharded beauty bringing so much
sorrow and grief.
Watching for signs of repair over time, healing
slowly with regrets and thoughts past their prime.
Waltzing through songs of love's perfection and
knowing the truth of reality as it is being felt.