Finally Resting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bent forward, rigid with age, swaying slightly with
the finality of life.

Slowly forgotten, edges frayed around the middle,
leaving little to grasp on to.

Solitary lining within a mind, filled with memories
of the past, stored in filing cabinets.

At the end now, opening up and going through all the
years held inside, caring no longer to strive towards
goals that are no longer valid.

Instead, reflecting within, contemplating the past,
seeking to recapture some of youth in sweetened
memories.

Although reminiscing is peaceful, life continues
struggling from within, trying desperately to keep
breathing yet a while.

Unlatched, let go of interiorly, life gently drifts
in it's own time, seeking the surety, safety, of
death's lost horizon.

Resting finally in the palms of God in heaven.