Inner Islands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in the outdoor shelter, afraid to abandon self
to any cause, afraid to overstep boundaries.

Not knowing actually what they are, living with
thoughts and ideas, no one else seems to possess,
causing a river, widening the chasm, between self and
other people.

Who can be trusted when help is needed with innermost
feelings? There is no one ever here, all have left
with others who are dear, left alone in tears, reaching
out and touching, empty space.

Not crumbling when looked at, not becoming invisible,
what do they think self is made of? Can't you see the
person standing before you, or can you only see the
needs inside?

Deserted, forgotten, alone on unchartered islands,
living days without anyone.