Alternatives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Actively considering tranquil alternatives to daily
perforated stresses.
Hiding tautly beneath covers of tears, bending with
the weight of many fears.
Toddling towards infinite reveries, split in half,
left for dead.
Pouring forth latent emotion, striving to live
although hoping for it's alternative.
Separating past visions with slices of reality,
driving home the images with pressures and insecurity.
Always actively considering tranquil alternatives,
while trouncing upon an infinity of innate desires
and needs.
None of them ever being met, as tears cover all
vestiges of being.