Another Plain Of Literature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is at a standstill, deficient, unable to handle daily
routines with any energy whatsoever, racking emotions with
heart-rending dissatisfaction.

Causing spiritual draining of my being, unescorted, afraid,
yet looking for solitary openings to become myself without
the horrendous pain.

Sanctioning undeveloped patterns, watching them wander aim-
lessly until picking them up, placing their forms within
imagination's storehouse to be used on some other plain of
literature.