Distant Gardens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pages, turning pages, filtering through sorrow of a lifetime,
so sure of death, all wishing spent with this desire.

Truthfully, never hoping or praying for another day on earth,
quietly portraying daily existence out of sheer determination.

Shyly veering away from questions of authority, afraid that
secrets will be taken from me, they are the only secrets kept
hidden in me still.

Watering and nurturing them, watching them grow to maturity,
soon to flourish in bouquets of fresh new flowers in distant
gardens on far off horizons.

Crept silently into corners, happiness of a new life in heaven
is greatly appreciated, but not yet known of.

Clamoring for a way out of this world, I try every door on my
own, not trusting anyone to do it for me.

One day soon it will be opened at my touch and gratefully I
will walk unafraid, right through it.

Contented that I have met my destiny, fulfilled my fate at
last, I can settle down to rest, no more to suffer agonies
of a world that never liked me.