Vacant Space Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching out, hoping to latch onto anything to help
anchor my being for now.

Nothing seems to grasp onto me, so I'm at a loss,
drifting in outer limits of space with nothing to
hold on to or believe in.

Everything seems to be at a distance, fearing to
come any closer.

Feeling like a lost soul, wandering this earth like
a nomad, existing for what I don't know any more.

Being forwarded into a vacant space, not knowing
what to expect, yet, looking to see what will happen
in the interim.