Holding Fast To Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding Fast To Life



Being blown to bits by the meanness of other people,
wanting to know why they think it's any business of
theirs.

Living on the edge, coming into my own when I am ready,
loving to make decisions only I can make.

Because this is my life and I hold fast to it's purpose,
no matter the thoughts of other people.

Monday, August 18, 2014
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