Carefully controlled, inordinately protective of self and emotions. <br />Gently holding onto childhood memories of peace and nature along streets of yesterday. <br />Taking daily walks down memory lane, seeking images of delight and serenity to bring solace to a being ravaged by life and it's exhausting, tiring reality. <br />Looking off into the distant future, sitting at ocean's shores, listening to sounds of it's life force, feeling it enter and energize my mind, being and soul. <br />Tasting the salt water, feeling the sand washing over my feet with each frothy wave. <br />Tidal waves of remorse being torn and washed to sea, giving me a precious hold on life and nature.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-hold/
