Strings Of Inner Courage Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming strings of inner courage, rhythmically
enticing them to hold on tightly, because a roller
coaster was soon to be sent into dreams of existence
and life would be forever changed.

Altered in moods of an aftermath of portented
seclusion, watching ghosts balance themselves on
fence posts of yesterday, still holding on with
thoughts of making it through future endeavors meant
to have been fulfilled once long ago.

Now in the present being forsaken and left to die in
mournful cries of a lonely harmonica, calling into
lands of somewhere else.