Mistrust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Curtains closed ahead, shutting out the future - blocking the view
of insight discouragingly.
Colored, draped, unable to be opened, standing outside looking on.
Finding no reasons, no hope to go on.
Having lost what was really important years ago, find nothing to
alleviate the pain - the constant sorrow - brought forward from
childhood.
Standing on the edge, always looking, watching, never, ever
participating in life or friendship.
Alone, afraid of others, mistrusting those who love or care,
knowing only the unhappiness settled within through all the years.
Nothing prepares a being to live it's entire life slowly bleeding,
going to it's death because of fear.
No one can touch or hug - allowing them the human contact to come
alive inside.
Someone not interested in pain or abuse offering only friendship
unconditionally, setting aside any obstacle in it's way.
Saving a human being just by being a friend, talking, allowing
them to one day become who they were always meant to be.
Then let go with love if asked, knowing one day that all must go
beyond the horizon and come back in their own time.