Circular Path Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deep is the sorrow embedded in me, there is no escape
because it has become a part of my entire being.

Living not in the same place as others - it is a space
of deep contemplation, filled with an emptiness of
life.

Sacrificing daily, giving outspoken treatises on the
promises of death.

Retaliating beneath a quiver of arrows, scurrying
hurriedly away, afraid to be seen by mortal man.

Whisking the bow of loneliness across minds of
expanding imagination and seeing the creativeness
held within the lonely emptiness only I can see.

Backing away from outrages of life, finding the one
place on earth I can be whole without being afraid
of anyone else's opinion.

Resurrecting benefits untold, prayerfully regenerating
in solemn accord with God.

Recharging batteries of essence, life travels in a
circle until it ends on the same path as it once,
long ago, began.