Far from awakening dangers of yesterday, flowing
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
silently in a gentle wind of remembering, solemnly
attuned to the quietness of my soul, long ago taken
from this world and placed in an intellectual sphere
all my own.
Barriers never penetrated except by a few who were not
afraid of intellect and it's raw power of emotional,
written words jumping out at them from pages and pages
of handwritten prose.
Starkly shocking with quiet depth and knowledge, real
power lying in a satchel of wisdom which is carefully
given at intervals to those who can handle it's violent