Memory's Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pulling up from the deepest part of self, shadows of memories
vaguely appear, but only momentarily.

Trying to focus in seems to be impossible, memories float in
and out like gray ghosts, not wanting to be black or white or
color.

Trying to keep barriers up, protecting the fragile child
within from being hurt.

Being mature and grown-up, wanting to know and unlock the
steel drawers of yesterday and go through the shadows in them.

Needing to do this to get on with life and leave the past,
all searched through, met from beginning to end and lay it
all to rest.

Peaceful, never to bother me again with it's mysterious
shadows.