Being Alone And Hidden Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dark and bleak, roads leading nowhere, keeping everything
hidden in shadows, afraid to peek out and be shed, singing
songs of industrious thought in moments of time.

Hoping to clear a way into the future without any further
ado, watching, climbing to heights never attained before,
seeing what others never will see.

Always being free to go wherever I want interiorly, no one
can dictate or make rules for me to follow, being alone, a
solitary entity, independent, doing what I need to only.