Catacombs Of Destiny Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stringently holding onto something that will not
let me go away, go on alone, a solo journey of one,
needed to find out how to get out of myself.

Raking, hoeing, trying to eliminate all that's
holding me prisoner.

Figuring formulas, devising patterns and locating
sanguine positions outside of me.

Anything to let self go into the great beyond, yet
someone grips me too tightly, I can't move, can't
escape no matter how smart I think I can be.

Electing to use the child within, forming hardened
tears on screens of dismay, keeping me enmeshed in
catacombs of destiny in past and future denizens.