Capsule Of Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling down the stairs of my mind, being introduced once
again to edges of grief, wanting to take over and catapult
me into the next invention sorrow has thought of.

Turning away and walking into the sunset of life, I
acquiesce to another world being held safely for me when
reality gets to be too much to handle.

Capturing and protecting my essence, keeping me tightly
within, letting me explore whatever I find inside me.

Rounding corners, playing silently with what I can create
and manifest through imagination, feeling like a child being
filled with an eternal wonder for everything I see.

Wanting to know how to enter and assuage curiosity as it
touches and tickles my fancy, it never ceases to amaze me
how much awe there is in just one capsule of thought.

Swallowing it, letting it spread throughout my spirit,
feeling it's light intensity flowing though my blood
and into my brain, feeding it thoroughly with what it
continually needs to keep writing.