Police Person Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding deep inside, so far in it's hard to decipher who you are.
At times glimpses make you known, mostly though instinct tells if you are home.
Trying so hard to be strong and deny your feelings of anger and guilt, you just drift through life not really belonging to it.
Balancing yourself in two parts can be dangerous to your mental being,
it's like walking a tightrope with no net.
Climb on down the ladder, don't be scared - so what if it's in mid-stream.
It's better to let go in the middle and not wait - hanging precariously at the end.
Let go and become yourself, you have needs like all of us do - you're no superman.