Living In Both Worlds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding a portal, going through, escaping reality,
not caring what way the wind is blowing, climbing
interior mountains, heights reaching clouds above.

Sensing feelings of sadness burdening me, yet still
continuing to go upward into a thinner atmosphere,
ecumenically living in both worlds.

Not wanting to leave either one of them, both are
so beautiful and precious because they have both
held my life in their hands, going back and forth.

A miracle of divine intervention, having given me
the intensity of living both lives simultaneously
for moments in time.

Loving landscapes of them both, wandering through
them forever, until my life can be blended into
one final moment as I enter heaven at last.