Cycles Of Intensive Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reality strikes daily, taking me into stressful alleys of the mind,
searching for aspects left behind as a child.
There's no more beginnings now that I'm at the end of the road of life.
Tasting bittersweet sunsets in stride, knowing that soon, one of
them will be mine.
Running past the hurried cycles of intensive life, I slowly move
beyond lasting promises of beyond.
Viewing parts of all facets as I continue down the road towards
my destiny, awaiting it's essence to fulfill it's purpose at last
in times of now, not later.
Responding to the beauty waiting alone for me.