Becoming Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Becoming Self



Nature forming itself within, creating vistas anew
for my mind to play with, keeping itself amused and
always attuned to spectacular recitals.

Dust blowing across deserts, arid and lonely to this
mind's eyes, as I lie back and become myself after a
stressful day.

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