No Chances For Companionship Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flowing abundantly are sands of yearning, hopeful visions
of wonderful times to come, their beginnings are just peek-
ing about, complacently studying their surroundings.

Whispered desires spirited into the open at tiny moments
of joy, listening carefully for familiar sounds to beckon
inner creativeness.

Knowing that trust is missing from life and love can never
be attained because of this missing ingredient, saddens my
heart at times.

There is no consoling or healing to be done for the scars
have been too long embedded in my being, unafraid of life
and change I walk through it all.

Knowing inside that a fear does exist of getting close or
loving, hiding from it, not wishing to be hurt anymore,
keeping everyone at a distance is alright most of the time.

Finding I wish for companionship or a close friend to share
little things with, yet I prefer to be like a hermit in a
great big world, silent, shy, timid, being alone throughout
my days of life.