Sacrifice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Climbing heights within a mind, looking about and
finding beauty everywhere.

Sounding echoes are filling ravines and chasms of
inner learning.

Sacrificing daily to fulfill desires of constant
writing, allowing outer influences to penetrate
my outer being for very short periods of time.

Looking around, seeing caring people, smiling in
return.

Searching the heavens where I am right now, blessed
life is going away.

Downward, my gaze is cast, plummeting to horizons of
emptiness and loneliness, scratching at the granite
trying to keep from falling totally into depths of
suicide.

Attempting to again look up and see the beauty is much
too difficult, mind falling asleep in a maze of fury.

Anger sliding across mountainsides, attaching itself to
nomadic ideas, thoughts drift away and can no longer
be heard.

Scantily dressed in ribbons and lace, the caring of
friends is replaced once again by silent, crouching,
thoughts of death.