Finality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clapping to inner rhythms, giving an energy born from innate talent.
Causing major designs to be brought into perspective and held close to my heart as I continually move further away from life.
Stilling depths of sorrow, watching it turn into prayers of death, suicidal ideals continually being produced with a finality of rejoicing.
At last a taste of interior breath, helping me to expire and attend my demise in silent undertakings.