Stranded in a life I want no part of, attempting to find reasons for living.
There aren't any to be found.
Death beckons, sending brilliant lights taunting inner memories to flow out.
Tension building, stretching, looking for a way to ease the pain.
Exits appear at ends of long tunnels - light beyond - blue - warm - inviting.
There is no longer an entrance to life - it disappeared with the death of my Mom.
Left only now, is the final exit - the door to new life beyond.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exit-to-beyond/
