Alone In This World Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strings pulling my heart in different directions,
yanking sorrow out into the open where I don't
want to see it's tears.
Filling my heart to overflowing - like a sponge
being squeezed minutely, tearing apart my mind
with grief's invitations.
Feelings so wound up, hurting me with anger then
resigning myself to circumstances I don't
really understand.
Mind asking for reasons, trying to find logical
meanings to latch onto, but there aren't any to
hold tenderly.
Alone in this world, no one to hold my hand or
give a hug, no one to sit and talk with as I
live life out between four walls, wondering
what's wrong with me.
An intensity of sorrow hurts me to the core of
my being, I have a lot to offer.
Love sits idly by, twirling it's thumbs with no
where to go, no one to give to - wondering why
God doesn't want me either - at least not yet.
Apparently, I'm not finished with my journey
here on earth, so I'll sit here alone, awaiting
my entrance into heaven one day, leaving all
this sorrow behind me on earthly shores.