Gap Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sifting through daily activities, searching for clues to an
innate identity does not satisfy any inner yearnings.

Quietly forbidding, the essence of creativity lies waiting
in darkness.

Shells of innocent partaking, unfold silently from beneath
folds of life, uncompromisingly tepid, on wings of wax,
stepping lightly forward, always looking back.

Sandwiched are thoughts of yesterday, between insurmountable
barriers rarely ever seen, scaling the very edges of life, mountainous depths are keenly felt within.

Scattered alternately are breaking of ancient rules, falling
through vent shafts of cruelty, solidly breaking walls of
humility are the wrecking balls of life.

Countered unhesitatingly throughout many years, life-long
ambitions are only puddles of tears filling the gaps of
loneliness, rinsing clear, the small identity of someone dear.