Between The Coverlet Of Life And Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being drenched in the pain of reality, tossing and turning,
trying to find a position of possibility, flowing rhythms
giving a soothing and gentle reprieve as I sit and write.

Taking away the shadows of darkness and allowing rays of
positive light to infiltrate, giving me peace, gazing into
the night alone on a solo journey.

Awaiting the dawn of a new day of life, encrypted within
coded messages of rhythm and delectable music, a trance-
like atmosphere of poetry enticing my mind and intellect.

Coasting along frontiers of another dimension as I slide
between the coverlet of life and death, awaiting that
particular moment to find answers I've always searched
for in life.