Intuitive Danger Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stranded in a feeling of intuitive danger, unexplainable,
yet filling my being with feelings of apprehension and
dread.

Lasting and eventual sadness settles within, keeping me
from giving in to another's wishes, for the feeling of
fear are just too intense to ignore.

Backing me up to the wall, touching the fear of my mind,
where intellect is trying to make some sense of it all,
nothing much is coming through and I sit here still.

Writing poetry, all alone in the dim light of evening,
rhythms playing incessantly where I can finally throw
away the towel and start living again in the present.