A Space Left Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Faith sitting astride hope, holding on for dear life through every tribulation and daily suffering.
Comfort comes from nowhere - no one.
Folding into myself more each day, there's no longer anything on earth for me.
An empty shell, nothing within, all of my being has disappeared into thin air.
There's a space left where I used to be; wandering alone, a journey unto myself, as I patiently wait for the destination beyond earthly horizons.