A Poem On Behalf Of Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Poem On Behalf Of Self



I'd like to write a poem on behalf of myself, this may be
beyond the knowledge of myself as a poet, but it may turn
out remarkably well.

Moments of my life are only momentary, split-second thoughts
and emotions without much ado, they are just necessary bits
of truth about the life I live.

There are never any second chances, each day is a new beginning
in the futile experience of loneliness, which can never be
quenched.

Lasting memories, images, visions are written for anyone to
see, but the essence of my total being lies between words
I continue writing, but can only God see their meanings?

Are they hidden from everyone behind the dust cloth of
reality? Reality. That of mine differs from every reality
experienced in life.

How can anyone know another, how am I able to share my pain
and sorrow with mere words written on a piece of paper?

Expressions of self are unfolded constantly, yet even I miss
most of them.

Is the light of my interior soul bright enough for anyone
else to see and follow?

Or is it meant for only my attempt to reach it? Inner sight
allows the vision of it in an image before my eyes.

Sitting in front of it's flame watching it flicker and burn,
will my mind ever fathom it's contents?

Allowedly so, through contemplation and prayer, I will hold
on to the faith which has brought me here.

There will be a time when I no longer need to write my life
in rhyme for I will be a beautiful poem in God's heaven.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014
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