Moment That Just Is Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonesome morning, nothing to live or hope for, a
time, a moment that just is.

Waiting for something to materialize, hoping for
a promise of things to get better, knowing that
it will not happen.

Being so unlike myself right now, seeing a negativity
that normally never touches my being.

Not knowing why, just going ahead and experiencing it
for what it is.

Looking to a future moment when I can return to my
usual self and feel positive again.