Silent Wakenings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crushing weights crumpling around me, stirring up
dust of apoplectic magnitude while adjusting to
silent wakenings spent on dreary days of old.
Singling out truths and firm vicissitudes during
lifetimes of illness.
Bereft of yesterday's images, talented icons
reflect sorrow in literary works of genial
architecture, structured in wisps and lace of
unblemished memories, talked about on daily
exercise and walks.
Fixated on beautiful scenery as I travel along
feeling crushing weights crumpling on top of me.