Strengthened By Poverty's Emptiness And Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stretching legs and arms as we dance to rhythms strong and loud, taking us further into patterns of another life almost upon us in this end of being.

Moving rapidly, going down tracks of reality, hoping life will give more than it receives, living in a dense atmosphere of poverty without wanting to.

That's the luck of the draw it seems, while struggling and toiling throughout life, strengthened by its emptiness and loneliness given to the poor with no reprieve, expecting a prayer to be answered, waiting, but never seeing any change in our situation, maybe with the next prayer said......