Individual Predicaments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Individual Predicaments



Sitting silently alone, thinking how cruel life can treat
you, wanting to do everything possible, looking for an
adventure and discovery.

Finding only a life with an incurable disease, striking
down slowly, painstakingly, steeping in a deep sorrow.

A shortened life, going to be left unfulfilled, incomplete,
feeling the bitterness creep within.

Yet seeing a friend, healthy, hale, vibrant, a wonderfully
gentle person with his life however many years ahead of him.

Able to do anything, being fulfilled if he wants to, he can
complete anything he starts with no worries.

And yet, he has been struck down as if by lightening,
because God has taken the love of his life to heaven with
him.

Now able to do anything, finding no purpose in life and is
drowning in sorrow and grief.

Thinking, God is so cruel, sitting here wondering if He
will give one more day, or possibly a year, being able to
do nothing, yet wanting to.

This friend with every possibility at hand, able to do
whatever he wants, just sits and does nothing!

Yet here both sit side by side, bitter because of these
individual predicaments.

Both just wishing for death to take them, for neither one
has any desire to pursue a purpose here on earth.

Thursday, October 23, 2014
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