Surviving Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Surviving



Careening down roads of life, wind blowing my mind as I search for novel circumstances to meet up with me tonight.
Fighting urges inside that want me to give up and die, yet somehow I'm still surviving.
Keeping to myself, not joining in, not wanting to hurt anyone or being hurt either.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Exercising rhythms of my being,
bringing them into alignment with who I really am.
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