Choosing Not To Hurt Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming heartbreak through the years, feeling shards of this
broken heart through tears of lost love.

At times being cut to the quick, remembering the abuse and foul
mouth of one who said he loved me.

Actions never once reflecting any love at all, living in a
prison of hell.

An interior death took hold, burying me solemnly while con-
tinuing to live.

Finding nothing left except musical rhythms, always immersed
in their depths their intensity blocking out everything.

No longer hearing anything but melodies and harmonies that
quelled feelings of hatred buried deeply within.

A sphere holding it locked away from mind interiorly, liv-
ing a life of death where love doesn't exist, never has.

A solitary figure of humanity walking earth alone and far
from others, always on purpose.

Choosing not to be hurt anymore in this life, thank God it's
just a temporary one, for I could never be here otherwise, it
would be much too much of a strain upon heart, soul and spirit.