Pressures Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

My soul cries from depths of my being, calling for some
achievement - an easing of tension within.
So intensely, so deeply, feelings of abandonment feed me.
Knowledge of it's ignorance forces me to retire from the light
of day and wander in darkness alone.
Tormented, stretched beyond endurance, wanting to let go entirely,
of the flaccid hold life has given to me.
Heaven beckons, the way seems clear, and yet something holds the
very within of my soul.
Searching enduring thoughts cannot fathom the predicament of this
mind.
Life is not here even though it is being lived.
Wandering outfields, straying farther and farther into a land of
oblivious desire.
Letting the past slip through my mind's fingers so I may at once
find the peace my soul seems to endorse in measure beyond my
feeble control.