Wondering To Confront Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Churning thoughts like freshly made butter, noticing the
darkness clouding every tragedy as they are spread upon
bread of intuition.

Rapidly conforming to many ideas, allowing a generous
amount of butter to cover all of them with comfort from
the past.

Deserving good memories to fill your mind, taking
miseries, pocketing them in a vault of remembering for
another day in the future when you are stronger with an
inner courage.

Waking up alone, dreading the hours you must be awake to
struggle with daily moments of turmoil and strife.

Life having no heart left to fight iniquities of injustice
in this day and age.

Wanting to be carried through the day, unable to focus,
being lost and forlorn, standing outside a chapel door,
wondering if you should go in and confront the devil
hiding inside of you.