Petal Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Petal Of Life



Tender, fragile petal of life I am of late.
Sensitive to a fault, wavering on the brink of death.
Delicate and gentle, unafraid, yet ready to become
unknown in this life.
Scanning horizons of yet to be experiences, sifting
through with careful expectancy, ready for anything.
Expounding on necessary pilgrimages of life within,
carrying them to farthest reaches of mankind.
Hesitantly aware of precarious moments, building on
them, hoping to prevent any illusions or accidents.
Sent from a peculiar emptiness of silence, I am a
tender, fragile petal of life about to be non-existent.

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