Carefully controlled, inordinately protective of self and emotions.
Gently holding onto childhood memories of peace and nature along streets of yesterday.
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.
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.
Tasting the salt water, feeling the sand washing over my feet with each frothy wave.
Tidal waves of remorse being torn and washed to sea, giving me a precious hold on life and nature.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-hold/
