RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Called - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lively anticipation, filling me musically, inciting many memories of yesterday and the shyness I held closely to myself.
Fracturing initiatives of strident delivery toward senses of natural becoming.
Beginning on edges of nowhere, as I am called to my destiny.
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