Continuing Again Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wounded deeply at times in life, just scraping by, not knowing
what will come into existence next.

Standing like a soldier, always at attention, looking for the
next thing to strike out, ready to tear me apart, sending me
into a tail spin.

Crawling away time and again, barely able to live life in the
tattered scraps that I have left.

Somehow able to pick myself up and continue again, no difference
in the outcome, as I wait in deference to the existence that
keeps me in this dreadful attire.

Wondering how it will feel to be another person of myself, one
that I can live life as, so thoughtfully and alone in a
better state of mind.

Nothing able to knock me down again in this life, how blessed
I would be if this were to happen beginning now.