Pulling up from the deepest part of self, shadows of memories <br />vaguely appear, but only momentarily. <br /> <br />Trying to focus in seems to be impossible, memories float in <br />and out like gray ghosts, not wanting to be black or white or <br />color. <br /> <br />Trying to keep barriers up, protecting the fragile child <br />within from being hurt. <br /> <br />Being mature and grown-up, wanting to know and unlock the <br />steel drawers of yesterday and go through the shadows in them. <br /> <br />Needing to do this to get on with life and leave the past, <br />all searched through, met from beginning to end and lay it <br />all to rest. <br /> <br />Peaceful, never to bother me again with it's mysterious <br />shadows.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-s-shadows/
