Standing Next To Myself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fulfilling inner spirits, recharging batteries of
intellect with nature's essence, pulling me from
the abyss of nothing.

Feeling self being contained in a strange, deafen-
ing silence that seems to be overtaking and over-
whelming my entire being.

Grasping onto prayers of hope, faithfully saying
them, hoping they will bring beauty and healing
needed.

Because of the suffering heaped upon me in this
confusing and somewhat evil world, standing next
to myself and wondering.

Watching as everything is draped over my head and
shoulders, burying me alive in the mist of death
before it contains me completely once again.

Knowing once death has touched me, there will be
no more memories of life on earth unless they
bring me back like before.

Touching my mind, healing this inner spirit, I
will succeed to continue living my purpose until
once again being taken by death's embrace.