Unpardoned Particles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There are no pardons in life for an honest person, everyone
tramples and uses them until they're tired and discard them.

Wayside garbage, handling difficult particles of life for
others and getting no sincere praise or loyalty from any one
of them.

Quiet, silent, throughout life, taking whatever gets dished
out, building within interiorly, their character and soul,
fulfilling every heart-felt desire on the road.

Perfecting the art of goodness, allowing others their petty
annoyances and trifles, wishing only to be left alone and
true to themselves.

Lighting candles as they quickly pass through life, not
afraid of lighting another's flame or firing another's soul.

Sensing pathways through darkness, feeling hardships,
suffering, pain, hurt and sorrow.

Walking on in spite of it all, courageously carrying on the
road they have chosen.

Only to have another's pious, jealous, inarticulate person
dump hatred and envy upon their heads, pulling them into
depths of depression's abyss.

It is called abuse and is perpetrated by so-called friends,
business associates and people of power and/or authority.