Traveling In Circles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

My life is traveling in circles, tending it's duties,
living daily.
Only when I look above to God for guidance do I find meaning.
Dancing, pivoting lightly, carefully leaping into categories
of being.
A glistening drop of rain upon my face belies the torment
hiding inside.
So sensitively living life, being hurt just by experiencing it.
Wishing - hoping - for the day it will end so I may find a
place in heaven's garden.