RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrowful Rhythms - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Driving forces begin to stir within, pushing me
forward into another day, practicing hope even
if it doesn't seem to touch me right now.
Causing a surge of believability to fill me,
pounding rhythms of hope into my being, pulling
me out of a prison of my own lonely doing.
Solo feelings show a lifetime of hurried relation-
ships and love, never allowing anyone to come
close - they might get to know me better - can't
So I walk into and out of doorways of darkness,
leaving all shadows hidden within darkened rooms
Letting no feelings step behind me, leaving nothing
to chance, waltzing in time to my own sorrowful
Stepping in time with God's grace, leading me to the
one place I'll have peace until I can become death
and walk away from earth and her life of reality.
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