Gently Into The Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tumbling through life, ricocheting off it's circumferences
like a ball in a pinball machine.

Careening down pathways, losing control except through
writing daily.

Watching imaginations' screens on walls of my mind,
absorbing every image and particle into my being.

Being able to store and use every emotion, every sense
touching and freeing my soul, not letting me be held in
prisons of another's choosing.

Climbing above, lying on clouds as they drift through
heaven, no worries to mar the views as they soar with
me into the blue skies beyond sight.

Breezes blowing gently into the night where I can be
myself alone in twilight.