Final Realization Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finally realizing edges of life are right in front of me,
awaiting my fall into canyon depths with a fevered brow
and new life beyond.
A sense of renewed awakening stirs within me, touching
silence of yesterday, praying for it's hope to continue to
grow in me as I age towards tomorrow's shores.
Longing hiding inside, feeling edges cutting me into shards
of thought to be written out and left behind when I am no
longer here to see life's unlimited circumstances.
Finding endless paths to creativity, whirling before every
step I take to a brighter future beyond what I have now
held gingerly in hands, wrinkling with age.