Suffering Silently Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waters of yesterday flow right into today's waves, crashing
on shores of tomorrow, giving a reprieve of sorts as they
collect sand and shells to treasure on lonely and saddened
days.

Finding some comfort in a picture of tangible meanings held
close to the heart, suffering silently in depths of oceans,
wide and expansive.

Lapping hungrily on edges of a being, lying motionless upon
sands of present beginnings, nevermore lifting eyelids to
look about and see what does not want to be seen again.