Dare - Devil Inside Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wanting to get lost in the trees, a forest of life, never
wishing to see below the branches I sit upon.

Reaching higher for the peace and tranquility of being
closer to heaven.

Climbing in and out among the slimmest branches, feeling
them bow and bend beneath my weight.

Slightly caring if they should break, welcoming the hinge
of fate which will throw me to my death in a weighted
whisper, never again replying to inane questions of life.

Hanging precariously for the sake of adventure and excitement,
wanting to be the dare - devil I've always been inside.

Allowing the blooming of hell to come alive and push me to
the limits to see if I can survive their criteria.

To live a life lost from it's beginning and gain some insight
into the ending of it while balancing self with undying suicide.

Bound to no limits, set in space and time, accounting for none
of it.