Objects Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Objects Of Loneliness



Life begins with separation - pushing, pulling, taking us
from our mother's womb - our first home - our safe place.

All the rest of our lives we live with the emptiness and
loneliness our birth begins.

Searching for love we think has escaped us, our days on
earth are spent looking for lost love.

Until we have met death and have been again taken from
our places of semi-safety.

Looking towards eternity, never locating objects of our
loneliness.

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