Visual Spirituality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Voices vanishing through years of loss, feeling my
being falling into depths of nothingness.

Echoes howling like wolves at a full moon in nights
of my mind.

Unrecognizable in patterns of life, tracing pathways
into the past.

Listening to my heartbeat in the stillness of a passing
light, fading into darkness, nothing to take with me.

Forsaking the beauty of life for the intenseness of a
visual spirituality, holding me in it's grasp.

Enlightening this bruised and battered heart through a
mind of intellectual ingenuity.