Compiling Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living on edges, always waiting to fall backwards
into oblivion.

Tending to forget about reality and it's glass-
like appearance, wanting only visions of lush
green forests, beautiful oceans or sparse brown
deserts within my mind.

Observing every detail as I travel through life,
touching with mind and soul, the nature of life
as it is being lived momentarily.

Being filled with wonder and awe, spiritually
awakening from daily life with new hope and
expectant joy.

Fulfilling a purpose here on earth, writing
poetically of everything on destiny's path,
compiling my fate in literature's hands.