Strait Jackets Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strengthening reserves within, hoping to justify the life
that is being lived.

Carefully trying to perform daily duties and tasks, not
really caring to do any of them.

Only wishing to hide away subconsciously beneath feelings
that hold and bind in strait jackets, keeping from moving
forward like hoping and wanting to.

Senses being trampled down, their aromas traveling to a
sense of smell, knowing that soon all the world will open
up like a sunrise on the horizon.

Final preparations being made to pretend that there's
nothing wrong anywhere.

Just proceeding down life's long and tiring pathway,
leading into the forests of another time and becoming.