Pages Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living always in the past, pressed beneath pages of my mind,
my future lies just within my grasp.

Reaching out, but never taking it up for lack of motivation.
Wanting always to be able to find my own way, I get bogged
down with haunting memories.

Moving forward, trying desperately to pick up pieces of my
life, only to become depressed and lose interest before I
even take the first step.

Nothing has been able to penetrate barriers set up in child-
hood to protect myself.

Trying desperately to find a way, I continue reaching out,
hoping today may be the day.

Praying that my life will go on trying - every day I turn
another page hoping to stir up memories.

Hoping to grab on to some sort of reality, because my future
lies just within my grasp.

Pressed beneath the pages of my mind, I am always living in
the past.