Beginning Journey Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bricks of the past, falling down, pressing,
keeping me inside where I don't want to be.

Not wanting to be closed in or corralled,
but not knowing how to break out.

There has to be a way, but it probably won't
be easy - nothing ever is.

Knowing that I can be florescent, but continue
to be a pastel, depresses me.

If there is a way I will find it and begin the
journey to my rightful freedom.

(6: 50 p.m. - 3/12/89)