Never Knowing How Much
Sadness quietly flowing from these eyes, sitting here
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
wondering when life is going to stop knocking me down.
Never knowing how much more can be endured, as wave
after wave bowls me over.
Understanding of fate escapes me at this moment and
any that may come after it.
Knowing nothing to help, always standing alone in a
boxed off section of destiny.
Finding there is no explanation or reason for my being,
yet, here I am still living.