Patterns Crisscrossing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Patterns Crisscrossing



Crisscrossing patterns flowing through my mind.
Interweaving memories which were scattered inside.
Closer together - traveling in the same space of time
for a short while.
Latching onto each other like pieces of an old broken puzzle.
Coming close - edges ragged and torn - trying to fit together
complete pictures.
Bringing the past to mind - giving itself room to form a complete
puzzle - making everything one piece - totally - almost done.
Filling in blank spaces, slowly, emerging from a fitfull nightmare
of the past - finally waking up to live life as myself.
Nothing haunting me, I laugh at pain - the sorrow that once had
made me lost - made me sorrowful.
On the threshold of a new life - my own - possibilities are open -
nothing can fence me in.
My mind has been opened by myself at last.

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