Spent Bodies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Breaking the ebb and flow of the tide as it washes
ashore on rocky jetties, thoughts collide and rupture
with incessant pride.

Lilting skyward like the sea gulls, perpetrating the
guise of goodness, aware of the vast immunity set
against the setting sun, shining caressingly at the
bottomless pit of life.

As we go on our small journeys throughout our lives we
slip and fall and we call it fate.

Yet, in reality it is our destiny to make mistakes and
learn from them.

Tirelessly walking, picking up our tired and spent
bodies, bringing ourselves into new realms no matter
what the cost.

As long as we have satisfied all requirements of life
we will one day be allowed a higher pathway to travel
on spiritually, by our soul and spirit.