Rhythms Strung Across My Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding pathways overgrown with weeds and outdated
thoughts looking to be born again into a poem or
two, hoping all will be written in silence.

Ideas and concepts proving that everything has a
second chance and can be reborn once again, light
bearing healing rays and sensations to cover hurt.

Pain of a lifetime forging into sorrowful duties
that lie about, going to waste day after day with
no thought ever given until it's much too late.

Unable to do anything about it, hoping that rhythms
being strung across my heart will enliven my soul
once more.

Tears being held back, not rising into the cloudy
haze of a saddened emptiness still covering my being
for the rest of my life.