No Beginnings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent waiting, creating a depth of untold heartbreak, hiding
within.

Knowing there will never be one to understand meanings and connotations of past memories, wishing only to hold on for
the while it takes to get a foot-hold on life, exteriorly at
least.

There are no beginnings at hand, life has started here in the
middle and I can no longer pretend to care or believe in
anyone.

All have betrayed and sent me on the way, not caring whether
I am alive or if death has won over me instead.

Nothing will take the place or follow remembering again, for
it will not be allowed.

Forging the sword of relentless motion, hovering on the edges
of unheard prayers, sacrificed for other's qualifications
and kept away forever.

Life stances are ignored and built only to be stored in steel
drawers of unwhispered knowledge.

Walled between bridges, unable to take a single step in any
direction without falling into the ravine of unprotected life.

Walking steadily on towards the finality of this world, I ask
nothing of it or the people living upon it.

Desert shores fall quietly upon my brow, allowing sands of
distant yearning to cover me up, carrying out the intentions
of the world of death.

There being no afterworld experiences here on earth, I can
go openly, with honest heart and no inner doubts into the
territory of unperturbed rest.