Only A Miracle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

One stop environment, where a waterfall flows incessantly
and thoughts are always flowing, never stopping, keeping
the beauty of instantaneous thoughts ready to unfold from
my mind and into a poem.

Solitude quietly silent, giving inspiration and a whisper-
ing consolation and hope within, sorrowful and pain-filled,
downtrodden by life's turmoil and abuse.

So hard to say good-bye, yet life is closing it's doors
more and more, there's not a thing that anyone can do, so
don't feel sorry for the way things are for that is the
way of life on earth.

Death must take each of us in turn, only a miracle can stay
it's deathly hand from taking me now, not worried, finding
that life has become brilliantly perceptive and allowing
me to find self in a truthful and honest perspective.