This Lonely Shell Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

As my eyes look out, I see within me, looking around at
what is being seen, fills me with great peace.

Inside, gently pleading, wanting doubt and insecurity
to go away.

Not liking those things, wanting to stray, to be a bully,
buck authority!

Wanting to come out of this lonely shell, become someone,
become who I am.

There's so much hurt inside, always making me cry, but I
cannot complain, because once upon a time I couldn't cry.

Life was just an empty journey with nothing to see or feel,
and it hurt - hurting makes me angry, makes me cry.

Confusing my mind, the two tangle inside, sorrow and anger
fighting for their rightful places, trying to disguise one
another and keep their places in line.

As my eyes look out, I see within, an empty coffin, blue
and silk, waiting for the loser, for either way it goes, it
will lead to eventual death, for my life I cannot hold.