Standing Alone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Washing away fruitless images sticking like glue where
I no longer want them to be.

Filing them away, taking their feelings, placing them
in boxes of cotton where they can't get hurt or hurt me
again.

Holding everything at bay, fixating what I want to keep,
protecting it and placing the rest into chests of steel
beneath my mind for the time being.

Letting my mind breathe freely, taking in all the joy
and energy given by gifts of God.

Starting over again without troubles or suffering play-
ing in the deepest sadness held within me interiorly.

Choosing to be held together without pain others inflict
upon me, standing alone as usual.

Using inner strength and character to pull me through the
rest of life, even though it's filled with the pursuit of
nothing more.