Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

Slowly the river sinks into the ground.
Gently the breeze stops blowing.
Quickly the ground freezes over hard.
Ice comes with the winds of change.
Blue lips and grey cheeks exist at night
As the thin grows even thinner
And the shallow becomes nonexistent,
These last breaths that I breathe.
Each step is torture, a walk to the grave
As night falls on those who dare to venture out.
Mist dampens the cheeks already wet with salty tears
Stemming from the petals of a rose
That is wilting....oxygen lacking and moisture abundant.
A final breathe as the tunnel closes
And stars begin to shine in the blackness of death.
A flash---and no more is the air that sickened,
That killed what was already dead in the soul.
A realization of life and love and happiness....
For the first time in years, peace came in sleep.
Once yearning to taste the bitterness I find sweet,
Now scared and trying to grasp onto a rope
That will pull me out of the pit over which I hang...
Into which I begin to fall without a way to catch myself.
The one beside me is helpless and scared....
Both believing it to be the end.
Suffocation present and fought against...
In a moment....truth is revealed and light is sought after.
Breath returns and the tunnel opens...
The abyss closes and I find myself on safe ground once more.
"I don't want to die because I have _____ to do"
Becomes "I need to stay because there's so much to live for."
It takes losing life to find it again.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak