RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Incessant Lights Of My Soul - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lights of my soul burn incessantly, touching the hurt of a
lifetime, glowing with it's reminiscence.
Quietly struggling to let go, becoming weary of the climb,
crying with the pain of an aging heart, mind disclosing
memories never forgotten, sticking like barb wire, the
Alive with outpouring sadness, caught in the trap of past
knowledge, tied to it with all the feelings from long ago.
Not able to let go, falling to your knees, crying towards
the heavens, hoping for a final reprieve, a sudden light
kept beneath the solitude of unheard tremors.
Kept soundlessly under the hidden respect of life, creeping
towards lights of my soul, searching, burning incessantly,
touching the mind of my heart with fragile thought and solemn
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