Is Life Dissipating? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in a twilight evening, praying for help and
guidance from above, afraid to move or breathe in
case something happens.

Wondering whether or not life will dissipate from my
being, not quite thinking about it fully, knowing from
past experiences that there's nothing that can be done.

Waiting for whatever the outcome will be, silent, unmov-
ing, praying to God for He is the only one who will ever
be able to help me in this and any situation.