Capable Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swirling lifelessly in a maze of confusion brought on
by fate and it's dutiful martyrs.

Hopelessly falling from grace as people are undermining
everything I want to do.

Knowing nothing that I do will produce the results
wanted by other's, I curl up in a circle so they no
longer can get to or hurt me with their sorrow.

Falling into abysses left open by tears of grief,
staunchly attempting to walk through all this paltry
defeat placed on my shoulders by unconcerned, uncaring
people in my sphere of life right now.

Jumping no more through their narrow hoops, lying back
resting, ignoring all requests being thrown at me.

Stubbornly rigid from now on, if you want me, I'll
be waiting in the middle of a desert of my own
imagination, no longer listening to you on any plain.

Fate has now meshed and blended with my capable soul,
so there is nothing you can do that will make my mind
alter it's decisions against you.