Opposite Directions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Surprisingly, feeling at ease with the sudden turmoil of
emotion caving in, tasting it's bitterness, not wanting
any part of it's essence, looking in opposite directions
from where it originates, wanting to find anything in
this aspect of nothingness.

Crippling the tears, not letting them erupt from within
this heart, not wanting to be a part of them today,
catching them behind my eyes so they will not race down
my face and throw me into a worse turmoil than before.

Reaching within, focusing on the beauty lying in wait,
instead, feeling textures calming, taking time to think
and become in a place of serene contemplation, nothing
stopping me.