Lifting A Moment Of Self - Pity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in emotional turmoil, not wanting to be around
people at all, forcing self to go to the senior center.

Wanting to only isolate and stay hidden in a corner,
away from the world, imagining a world without me,
seeing no real difference except for writing.

Yes, feeling sorry for myself, being entitled, and
taking advantage of it, wanting to explode, get angry,
instead just writing it all out to keep it away from me.

Leaving the world behind and taking a leave from all
the bull happening here and around this earth.

On one hand, living with a stranger whom I have been with
for thirty-nine years almost, having dementia which leaves
me feeling quite alone and abandoned, two feelings that
have been with me all through life, so nothing new, I guess.

Then thinking of all the evil going on, children and women
being raped by pedophiles and rapists, feeling hopeless
when thinking of it, yet knowing too, that it is slowly
being turned around throughout the world.

Wishing it would be turned around here in my own home,
praying only for the strength to get through another moment,
feeling writing now slowly lifting this moment of self-pity.

Soon being back to normal again, thanks to concentration
of intellect as it holds me close while writing poetry and
listening to music.