Life's Tides Flow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wherever the tides flow, life begins each day anew.

Tucking away the lifeblood of memories for future
use, preparing through reality for existential truths.

Hanging on the balance, beginning to wonder whether
there is any worth in pretending to live or is every-
thing useless.

Forgetting the disparaging remarks heard in corners
of pestilent recrimination, looking aside to find some
worth or beauty in an inner smile.

Light fades, day breaks in two, hiding beneath the
covers of eternal night.