Aisles Of Fear In Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silencing voices, trying to raise a ruckus in my mind with doubts of others.
Sentencing them to corners of my mind, not wanting to listen to them anymore as I move forward,
not touching their empty words with my mind.
Leaving behind every nuance and undigestible tidbit of lasting emptiness.
Stranded in a lonely oasis, looking for a way out, only seeing tunnels that I don't want to explore right now.
Afraid of what I might find in their darkened, cobwebbed aisles of fearful life.
Situated on sidelines, watching for the light, bluened to the color of my interior sadness, so that I may drown myself in it and at last be pain free and in my heavenly home.