Images Holding Me Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sunken into recesses of yesterday's sorrows,
looking around for images, taking this incessant
journey through life.

Never being assigned to any other reality as I
constantly live in grief's tears, crystalizing
in a pure ocean, bluened by loneliness and
washing upon shores of my intellect.

Waves crashing, knocking me about without any
thoughts of stopping.

Looking out, timidly reaching to nature to give
some solace to take into my being.

Hoping for a moment of reprieve to continue on
into a land of nurturing and beautiful sensory
perceptions where I am inspired and peaceful in
heart and soul.

Penetrating quietly into depths of yesterday where
images hold onto me.