Exit Sign Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into reflections of a painting, seeing an exit
sign and wanting to go through it and out of life and
all insurgent problems that it causes.
Reflecting on the peace that can be mine alone, finally.
Then a thought of my grandchildren pokes through a
cloud dreamt of freedom, reminding me of the love
still waiting here for me on earth.
Being their lifelines though childhood.

(1: 14 p.m. - 1/7/14)