Coming Into My Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Needing direction at times, because I'm wandering
randomly in a hazy fog, left me from the loss of
a loved one.
Hurting beyond the curtains of death, not knowing
what will come next in this curtain part of life.
Destined to lose everyone to death, being left
alone with only treasured thoughts being written
down in books of poems all through my little life.
Never being explained in a life of little worth,
only coming into my own after death as taken me.