Stormy Chaos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winds of brass clanging in my mind, rupturing the barriers
of childhood.

Hiding in corners, wrapped in cobwebs, afraid of looking
without, stuck in the midst of solemn doubt.

Riding the waves of sand, trying not to be blasted by them,
rapidly disappearing beneath the sweat of stormy chaos,
undefiled except in the pressure of living.

Bushels of respect hidden away in closets, out of sight of
authority.

Qualitative facets ignored incessantly in drawers of armored
steel.

Barricades being stoutly reinforced, while memories quietly
rehearse their horrors in verse.