Lonesome Sands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Removing self from depths I so often tarry and linger in.
Trying to accentuate a normal way of life, and having a
difficult time of it.
Beginning of self must begin in me, yet others slam and
shove me in directions they want me to go.
How precious do you think that makes me feel?
Definitely, it brings me to an all time low.
Energies fracturing the little self-esteem I tried to grow.
Staring at a future of non-ending disharmony causes severe
despair inside my soul.
Lifetime peculiarities shape and form, crystallizing in
brand new ways, taking away breathless feelings I do not
crave.
Crumbling from my hands, future dreams are washed away on
lonesome sands.