Awaiting Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Getting away from life's dirty mind, hiding inside, away from
all eyes, wanting to reach out and be touched - gotten to -
on some level is too much to ask.

Always standing on the threshold to life's fantastic door,
afraid to enter the world of people, knowing nothing will ever
be the same again, once it's done, keeps me frozen, afraid of
doing it.

No where does life come with a guarantee, so staying aloof
is protection of me.

Knowing the goodness, the thought behind it, I cannot find
fault, only deny the use of it.

Denial, because of fear. Fear, because in changing I may
not recognize myself. Not recognizing me, I might lose
myself.

All these things preying on my mind, so I continue to sit
here awaiting my time as it draws near.