Standstill Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is at a standstill, deficient, unable to handle
daily routines with any energy whatsoever.

Racking emotions with heart-rending dissatisfaction,
causing spiritual draining of my being.

Unaccosted, afraid, yet looking for solitary openings
to become myself without the horrendous pain.

Sanctioning undeveloped patterns, watching them wander
aimlessly until I pick them up.

Placing their forms within imagination's storehouse to
be used on some other plain of literature.