Neat Little Packages Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sinking slowly in my mind, an idea settles in, taking up some
time - thinking about it.

Loving to reach out and come to conclusions, solving problems
in neat little packages, tied with ribbons.

Stepping into places that haven't any reason and finding
something hidden there anyway.

Ready to take on more than my share, continue looking for
more than what I have gotten from life so far.

Taking a stand, ready to move, no one is around, turning
inward, no one ever suspects a thing to be wrong.

Smiling and hurting all the while within - left alone and
forgotten as a waltz that has no melody to step in and
dance to.

Falling, lying there, looking up into the atmosphere with
absolutely no way to get there and look around.

Finding no options, making a choice, deciding where to go in
life, picking up a pen and writing once again.

Searching for the answers no one has ever found, having faith,
trying to hold onto it, bringing peace into focus and letting
go of all other things.

Turning slowly, dragging feet, grasping on to words that have
crept up from the deepest part of a mind and broken heart.