Attaining Wholeness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Likely aspects of entire lives fall short when
pressure and stress sit upon us, never actually
filling the emptiness surrounding inner outskirts
of our minds.

Totally recalling different times of our own
making, lifting of prayers, tantamount to living
peacefully.

Although doubt sincerely tucks itself away,
corners protrude and cut as we pass by.

Lively cautious sensors alert to any sound, are
warning inner depths of our souls.

Bringing forth separate molecules, attaining
wholeness in small parts, gathering data and
conforming to a world we hope and pray to leave.

How senseless are people, wishing for impossible
happiness, knowing sorrow has a hold on all of us
at one time or another.

Placed in past times, only present moments can
begin.