Portrait Of What We've Become Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Losing self in corridors of an untiring sorrow, keeping us locked
within a portrait of what we've become instead of what we should be
working towards.

Becoming the person we were born to be without negativity tying us
down, looking within, seeing secrets we're holding safely inside,
and wondering what will become of them.

Waiting, ready to move into our individual beings of self-confidence
and the life we've been preparing for since our very conception and
birth.