Untrodden Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shuffling down roads of untrodden life, having no destination
in mind, aimlessly wandering in and out of tangled jungles of
emotion, getting caught in the expressions of them all.

Clawing them with long fingers, grasping their essence, trying
to pull it from them altogether.

Only by the grace of God, are they still here to enjoy the
life that was almost totally taken from them on earth.

Trying to re-establish themselves, they trip, stumble, fall,
and yet keep getting up to meet another day, even when not
wanting to face another moment without the life of yesterday
being restored.

No natural forgiveness having been given, not able to come
to terms with the attitudes of one another, now strangers to
each other, where just yesterday they were the closest of
families.

No help is being given to the weakest of them, so all of
them are in turmoil, not knowing what to do, grasping at
straws and turning everyone against each other instead of
coming together.