Tracking Progress Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stranded on an island of loneliness, bereft and filled with
an unending emptiness, drained of life, existing in a vacuum
of humanity.

Not being a part of it, solely living in a land by myself,
no one able to join me for I have traveled far beyond anyone
into a distant territory in another dimension.

Tracking my progress through the poetry I'm writing, seeing
the ups and downs through life, situations and circumstances
defining who I am at times.

But only for those particular moments, then I become who I
am again, when turmoil and strife leave me alone to fend
for myself.

Trusting in an unseen faith, an invisible hope, walking lines
of rhythms, beating within my soul, bringing me closer to my
ending with each passing moment.

Seeing the sun setting before me on my last horizon as I
close my eyes and find myself floating in an interior bluened
light, guiding me to eternity.