Sliding Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies rising, giving pleasure, leaving only good
rhythms to play in intellect.

All energy is building happily throughout my being,
totally pleasing this mind.

Looking out the window while sitting and writing here
in a procedure room, waiting for my weekly I.V.

It keeps me living, giving me a quality of life that
I wouldn't have otherwise.

Looking forward to feeling better every time I get
one, knowing that it's a positive thing in my life.

Doing it gladly because I want to continue enjoying
every moment of life left to me in this world.