Pages Of Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sailing, drifting, being carried away towards lonely shores
and peaceful endings.

Wanting nothing more from a life that has dealt too many
blows, sending me to my knees and never rising again until
God chooses to take me with Him to heaven.

Forecasting probable memories hidden in closets, waiting
to be gotten rid of before I die.

Separating nightmares of inequality with visions and images
of consciousness while being drowned in pages of fate at
destiny's hands and sent tearfully to my death in sequences
of endings.

As I rise again to fall and never more be seen, I gather
myself as close as I can, never looking up, never walking
forward instead lying down on beds of roses held in God's
hands as death slowly lets me go so I may rise to heaven
to be with Him.