RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hour Of Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dealing with nothing and everything at one time.
Trying to decipher how to go on - not knowing how.
One day at a time is too much to handle - is it okay to do it for an hour?
When will things fall into place? Can I rush it?
I don't have the patience to wait - I need it now.
Peace may be here, but why am I still like an egg? being scrambled inside.
Waiting, reaching out - turning in - how will it finally end?
I don't know, but am praying for serenity just for now.
Yes, I will keep trying to climb the ladder - even being afraid of
heights and falling off, because maybe I'll reach the top one day and catch hold of my life.
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