Waning Strength Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waning Strength



Chords flowing up and down, taking me into the
shadows of being, leaving me there alone, to
fend for myself.
Looking within, seeing a waning strength
holding out it's hand, wanting to help me to
rise above reality in expectations and latent
promises.
Tomorrow may never become, and I may disappear
into the night in silent wonder of being.

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