Soul In Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Within, within, striving to get out, to molt away this barrier
entwined in life.

Not knowing what it is or why it hangs on so, trying desperately
to throw it away.

Growing up has not seemed to lessen the pressure felt from it,
what is it's cause, wondering, as ripping and clawing at it
with untiring, relentless, broken spirit.

There are no ways of relieving this monstrosity from life except
going through the rage and anger associated with it.

Senses are felt when touched, they are violent and thought
provoking, full of fears and unceasing doubts of it's reality.

Where are the corners hidden? Between the circles of rage and
intense anger is the only answer.

There seems to be no way around it, over or under it, the only
solution seems to be straight through it, unfailingly straight
as an arrow.

Fear fills a heart with blackest dread, stepping back from it
at every turn, banners of titled withdrawal fall hopelessly
once more upon a soul in turmoil, leaving them stranded in
the emptiness, lost and desolate as always.