Precarious Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

When the game of life is finally over, this poet will
rejoice and gladly go without a backward glance.

Nothing like being taken quietly by death, no choice
or decision to ever be made.

Feelings and emotions falling from the wall and tight-
rope of a precarious life.

Silencing an interior space with the beauty of heaven
as this poet gladly takes this contemplative and
spiritual journey into the beyond.