Semblance Of Endurance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hopes and aspirations continue living through me in
spite of what I am still going through.

Reaching through depths of suffering, I somehow find
my way into expressions of twilight.

Gathering it's stars into memories that I can hold onto,
even in throes of death's existent hold on me, no matter
what I happen to do.

Finally, following movements meant for me in this
empty life, as it continues to move forward without me
in step with it at every turn.

Feeling bereft and lonely, I locate some semblance of
endurance, using it along with the stubbornness of my
Italian soul here on earth for now.