Precious Treasures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soaring, falling, crashing like never before, hitting the concrete hard with mind in hand.
Saving it's precious treasures from being spilled all over the ground, yet never letting it go down in another's realm or spectre of land or space.
Conquering death in my mind, using it's presence to fulfill my purpose of life in a book of poetry, explaining how abuse affects your friends and places them in unknown dangers, because of mental and emotional abuse.
Just being with someone who's been abused and takes it out on others close to them - best friends - sisters - are found dying in relentless feelings of another's distress from a lifetime of abuse.
Notwithstanding, a bond - a love - closely and cleverly defined in their friendship from day one.
Resembling one another, being brought together, a strong family link joining them forever in life's journey.