Living Through Hell Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is difficult, having large and small problems
while we live through it, nothing else can be done.

At times crippling people with disease or pain, some
in wheelchairs, others with walkers and some completely
bed ridden.

Usually having their minds to fall back on, using them
in conversations, reading, writing, living in moments
that are given through family and friends.

Seeing the strength of those going through their personal
hells, standing tall, never complaining, just living as
fully as possible, smiles on their faces, dying within.