Shaded Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shaded images, crowding my mind, tossing and turning aside
the equivalents of pride and esteem.

Sourly forcing away the beauty of a priceless childhood,
staring backwards into a past of abuse, falling down,
always stumbling over memories and drowning in the failures
of a pent-up life.

Never crossing boundaries into successful living and
appreciative life.

Knowing only the lonely abandonment of those scars, never
fully healed, traveling onward, afraid of the future and
what it will bring.