Winds Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intense quiet filling my entire being, causing a sadness deep
within.

Reflections of memories once filled my conscious mind, now it
takes a concentrated effort to remember tiny fragments.

Episodes of flashbacks crowd my mind, causing me to once again
become part of the past.

Wanting to let go, yet at the same time hoping to see the past
in all it's entirety, cancelling wayward devotions, settling
for the void of disassociation.

Pacing backwards through the human garbage heap of emotion,
faltering with every step, reaching inward, knowing the doubts
that this will bring to mind.

Cryptically undecided, unknown attitudes reconcile themselves
within, stubbornly holding onto whatever is familiar from their
past history.

Taking in stride, ancient words of wisdom long since forgotten,
left on shores of distant yearning behind great walls of
fragile china.

Choosing the incessant wails of misfortune over those of pain,
crying always into the winds of yesterday.