Wild Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent reveries are accruing more often as I choose to be alone in a space of my own.
Standing by myself in a jungle filled with wild ideas, enjoying the danger, wanting the risk to cut me to the quick and put an end to life's brutality.
Never having such good luck, I travel interiorly into the sky, looking for ways to throw myself again from a plane and sky dive my way out of this reality that hurts so much.
Wanting to risk it all, dare to take dangerous stunts just to feel alive and take part in the odds of living or dying.
An exhilaration running through me just at the thought of all the peril I can entertain myself in.