Bringing Life To Existence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stripped of all love and caring, left alone in a desert of
silhouettes with no companions.

Being separated from life by a curtain of death's making,
finding solutions along the way, hoping to be able to go
into their depths so they can be applied and used to bring
life into an existence of purity and delight.

So many clues have been laid end to end, awaiting the
return of sanity so tracks of passivity will flow evenly
down halls of ancient pedagogs.

Wallowing along pathways of another lifetime, coming, yet
falling short, leaving a bereft cavern in a solitary state
of mind.

Hanging indefinitely in time with rhythms that are being
developed.