Fabric Of My Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Separating life like an egg white from it's shell,
separating self from feelings jumbled up inside.

Stepping outside the fabric of being, turning
around, looking back at what I have been and felt,
knowing that I have been held in catacombs of the
past with no reprieve.

Shivering from the chill of it's dampness against
my mind, retreating and stepping around the corner,
not wanting to enter the fabric of my being again.

Treading other trails through amazon-like water,
and carrying me into another dimension at last.

Recognizing newly formed patterns as I drown in
memories of the past.

Narrowly escaping the tides and undertow, pulling
me out of control, leaving this edge of life for
another far better one.