Positions Of Individuality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting for blossoms of life to return,
hoping to pick up where I left off.

Now reality striking, directly showing
that it will never be, because it has
been taken forever from me.

Standing on a past horizon, looking
forward does no good.

It only creates more painful memories
to continue in my head.

Focusing on the yesterday's that I can
live no more, saddens and disheartens
my soul.

Walking away, feeling sorrow, falling
to my knees, awaiting the forgiveness
of God and losing self in the middle.

Charging life-long positions of
individuality, creating some of my own,
wishing to cherish anything that will
come into my being.

Nothing contemplates my predicament,
finding there is no reason for being or
seeing, alone, I go in this world.