Not Feeling Safe Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our story ends on a note of desperation as you call out
to me in the middle of the night.

Alone, afraid of the dark, wanting to run away, feeling
unsafe.

Timid and shy, soaring into skyways of my heart, finding
landscapes enticing and thrilling intellect.

Touching an interior atmosphere filled with energy, fueling
thought processes by doing it so succinctly.

Wanting to know how it's done one by one, following the sun
to the next horizon.