Reconciling In Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Back and forth, feelings and emotions rocking in a mental
rocking chair, relieving inner stress, hearing whispers
calling me to the edge of life.

Showing depths just ahead of where death is at, winter
snow falling within it, toching wonder and awe with it's
cold, icy hands.

Feeling cooled, taking time to reconcile where I want
to be, having positive sides of heaven with negative
thoughts lying here on earth through life.

Acquiescing my being, leaving self open to depths of my
death on sunsetical horizons, right in front of me this
very moment.