Icing On This Temporary Cake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely echoes of nightfall cover me fully with their sorrowful
tears falling into my being, taking me into depths of intense
emotions.

Memories are continually being brought up in tides of an inner
grief, allowing me to find my way through daily sacrifices and
tribulations that befall me along pathways of destiny.

Sure-footed and aware of where I'm being led in any given moment,
carrying on and never tiring, an interior energy continually fill-
ing my being with a succinct purpose.

Taking my essence and life into avenues of other dimensions so
effortlessly and freely, nothing much ever mattering to me at this
stage in my life.

Everything is just icing on the cake as I live life through under-
standing, meaning and definitions that inner and innate knowledge
and wisdom make known in this, the last stage of my life on this
temporary earth.