Fragile Wings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flying on fragile wings of silver, `
surmounting obstacles surrounding me on all sides.

Wishing never to alight on shores of earth again, instead,
stay aloft and watch them from the circumferences of my
being, so as not to have to feel them.

Flying into heights of the atmosphere, keeping far away
from all aspects of interior life's pain.

Coasting lowly over the ocean, dipping wings, so to
quench a thirst needed for living.

Ulterior motives not being set just yet, waiting for
moments in time to come forward and accept me just the
way I am here presented in a poem.