Silent Telling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silent Telling
Silent telling beckoning interiorly, hinting at
sadness, hiding just inside my mind, wanting to
be dealt with, but right now I can't.
Grasping at straws, teetering on edges of sun-
light's pathway, wondering where life will end
someday.
What location? What horizon or time will the
appointment be made?
How can sorrow be handled when I'm not here to
fulfill it's destiny in life?
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