Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

The storms of life blow harshly.
We do not know the outcome.
Fighting fears and embracing terrors
Only time will bring to light.
Sheltered from the wind,
I am silent.
I do not speak for fear
That all we have will vanish
Like dust of forgotten dreams.
A misplaced word could shatter
The future we have built.
A careless thing could tear down
Everything we want.
Hidden meanings in word pictures
This is the way I speak.
Prose will destroy my vision.
But for others, it is their language.
Holding tight to what I have
And sharing all with you,
This is the way I know to love.
This is the way I can live.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak