Ivoried Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A mind closing against anymore assaults on memories which
are inside, sights not wanting to be seen, blinding self
from seeing them, curbing desires of feeling.

Halting decay of worthlessness with rearranged priorities,
stationing new alternatives, new processes of memory into
reality.

Banging along ivoried tears of ancient melodies, played
over continually, causing constant upheaval in daily life.

Breaking bonds of force, timidly carrying away a very small
child, caring and nurturing it in an immature style, never
having attained any level of understanding, making it
difficult to know what is expected.

Nothingness totally engaged in the essence of childhood,
enveloped into narrow places which do not nourish any type
of growth or maturity.

Washed upon shores, wasted and alone, looking to heaven,
praying to be borne away or disappear altogether from
horizons placed upon earthly birth.