Mid-Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stranded in mid-life, aware of impending old age
creeping upon me much too soon.
Trampling underfoot, memories collide, striving
to be heard among anger blaring alongside.
Wallowing every once in a while in the asphalt
of believing, taking on new experiences, allowing
growth to continue, as learning rears it's curious
head.
For the first time in this life, wanting to let go
of everything and run fast on my own.
Being held back by friendly caring, yet not wanting
to hurt any feelings, I resign myself to another's
care for the time being.
Gently, as rapidly as I can, continuing forward,
somewhat thankful for the helping hand.
Feeling the urge, keeping it under control,
enjoying the gradual feel of soon to be freedom.