Soaring Above Earth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing through hallways, looking about as I flee
into the night, nothing holding me, being freer
than the birds flying through the air.
Soaring above earth, feeling the wind beneath
my angel wings, carrying me higher into the
atmosphere.
Gliding on air currents, looking about for a place
to land when I am ready.
Beautiful strains of music following me wherever
I happen to be or go.

(9: 48 a.m. - 11/18/13)