Yearning Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking with head held high, inside a heart is yearning to
be picked up and held for a while.

Where can anyone go to replace a broken-hearted mind? Is
there a chance of recalcitrant loneliness finding it's way
to the other end of life's battle?

Forlornly Passaic, troubled by insistent rage, doubts of
memories deepen then fade.

Sallow-hearted feelings gently scraping at the insides of
a mind, pleading quietly for a voice that can say what it
means.

Nether worlds apart, silent sadness is ripped apart by
anger and rage, retaliating from a different stage of life
kept hidden in a vast cellar of displacement, afraid to
face it.

Wonder side-stepping itself into oblivion, pretending that
it has never been aware of surrounding curiosity and
intellect.

Caught in a web of heretically profound abuse, turning
wildly around, dying inside, afraid to come out, afraid to
be alive.

Classic manifestations torn loose and fragmented, strewn
haphazardly within, kept separate from every aspect of the
life it's living.

Walking with head held high, inside a heart is yearning to
be picked up and held for a while.