Recharging Interior Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feelings jumbled and distorted for a while, trying to find
the focus needed after a horrible morning spent with my
husband in a rage, because of the stage of dementia he's in.

It just happens out of nowhere off and on and there's not
much that can be done, not even wanting to think about it
for it will tear me down more.

All the years together amount to nothing when it comes to
dementia, not remembering much, in lucid moments he's
frustrated, angry because he cannot do what he used to.

Being understanding, taking care of him, wearing self down
more and more, yet writing poetry has helped me quite a bit
these last five years.

Especially going within an interior universe, immersing
self in an inner and innate spirituality which brings
peace and serenity while I'm there.

Recharging inner batteries, helping to carry on through it
all, continually and incessantly writing poetry every chance
I get.