Walking In Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wringing hands in minds stressed out from the trials and
sufferings of this life.

Taking everything and sitting in a rocking chair, worrying
for nothing, because it is all out of our hands while here
on earth.

Staying in place, walking in time, with no movement forward
for the time being.

Stagnated by the effort being placed in worrying instead of
finding answers to take to heart.

Not allowing the beauty of life to be touched by what you
have found and blossomed within your mind.