Silent Undertaking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cold, bare branches in life, barren as they are etched against
the darkening sky.

Altered states of concentration, making clear the efforts of
nature to be heard by one small poet on earth.

Living a quiet non-existent life, away from empty promises
of people claiming to be friends.

Away from the many dangers of relationships, solitary, alone,
perfectly content when writing within the space of time within.

Beginning everlasting eternity with serenity and peaceful
outlooks, unconcerned, uncaring of the world around.

Prepared from birth to die a peaceful death, quietly unrehearsed,
forthright, honest, allowing my soul to be guided by the inner
blue light always seen as I write.

Against all odds, the silent undertakings whispered to me,
become the life I love.