Beside Myself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life turned inward, isolating and keeping to self, not want-
ing to talk anymore, hurting and beside myself, nothing now
interesting me.

Hurting the one I love without meaning to, my love being
tested through the times of our lives, strengthening it,
taking we two into dimensions only we can fathom.

Letting go of life as it begs to continue, tears keeping
this heart from holding on anymore, yet there's still a
sliver of hope shining from within.