Rebellious Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pushed through spaces of picket fences, unaware of the sorrow
lying bare on fragile eggshells of despair.
Poked and jammed through holes in space - allowed the freedom to
travel through emotional creativity.
Sliding down many faces of innocence, droplets of pain coincide
with salted tears.
Bearing down upon smooth wrinkles of life, unable to traverse
very far because of inhuman disgrace.
Kept in furthest glass jars of tepid compassion - shelved forever
in the backs of closets, bare and empty.
Rebellious to the point of despair, finding there isn't any hope
left on earth this year.

(10/6/96)