Life's Storms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding onto life as it gently and quietly falls away,
taking with it, the innate talent I was born with.

Languishing in the after-affects of an illness,
attempting to retrieve some semblance of life again.

Difficult to do, struggling from day to day with no
plan, just taking things as they come.

Like surfing, catching a wave and ending up on shore,
wondering where to go from here.

Standing alone through crashing waves during life's
storms, eventually going to another horizon alone, no
one to stay with me at that exact moment of death.

Gates of heaven will open, letting me in, stripping
all the pain and suffering on earth.