Freedom In Writing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flying in another dimension, soaring into delights of heaven
with freedom in writing.
Giving all of life energy towards letting go of all suffering
and pain holding me back from doing what I want to every day.
Expecting to go and climb mountains like I used to, now
struggling to just walk on level ground for six minutes,
unable to breathe enough to go any further.
Listening to imagination's voice, keeping me safe, harboring
my mind so I don't fall apart.
Releasing all problems, accentuating what is wrong.
Procuring necessities needed to keep me writing daily.
Nothing being forsaken as I rise into the final sunset of my
life today.