Upon Hearing A Voice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking life slowly, step by step, nothing to be hurried, listing
all things needed to begin a new purpose in this tiring life.

Climbing this inner mountain, finding the warmth of a morning
sun beating down upon my head, moving me in forward directions,
allowing growth through love to find a way through even the
darkest caverns without any light.

Battling monsters of reality, trying to fight through it all,
being set back upon silent haunches time after time, knowing
of nothing that can change or alter what it is that I am going
through.

Somberly traipsing in blind tunnels, not knowing how to move
forward, just hanging my head until hearing a voice saying take
my hand, I love you, let me help you out of this wasteland of
sorrow.