Unfulfilled Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There is a child within watching the activity of the world
rotating around her, listening to opinions, ideas, state-
ments made through life, sifting and mixing them to arrive
at conclusions of her own.

Watching carefully, everything in sight, visualizing and
imagining things in her own artistic eyes, not seeing what
many others see, sitting alone on a separate horizon.

Sensing life, dealing with emotions deep inside, separating
them in little piles that will cause no harm, searching for
answers to complete herself.

Knowing her personality, keeping it on a shelf behind a lock-
ed closet door, lining recesses of it with sponges to soak
up what can't be held too close.

A child's life alone turning to music, writing and art to
serve her unwanted qualities without respite, looking for
positive activities to fill life's necessities while climb-
ing to the backwoods of society, an unfulfilled life of a
once upon a child.