Daring Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in chambers of hiding places from the world,
preferring to write and be alone in thought.

Calming and soothing throughout grief, suffering
and pain that life has to offer on silver platters.

Nothing short of death is always served and I am expected
to partake of it all without questions or doubt.

Going with the flow, anticipating more and always being
disappointed in many ways and manners.

Catapulting daily, finding extreme ideas of how to contend
with it all.

Not wanting to stop, finding self on a collision course
with death, avoiding his grasp every chance I get, yet
continuing to live on every edge that I can dangle from.

A pleasant thrill runs through me as I hang in mid-air,
daring life to get scared and leave me once and for all.