Climbing Heights Intuitively Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hovering like a humming bird, seeing everything collectively
below consciousness, taking in its dimensions and negative
details trying to take this mind down into a depressive
state of mind.

This Sicilian woman refusing to go into that darkness, know-
ing it will be the end of being, climbing heights of an in-
nate knowledge and wisdom intuitively.

Knowing that's where answers lie in wait, feelings being kept
in strands of tears, bright and shiny, but can be devastating
if they're allowed to be.

Emotions rolling through this being like a tsunami, trying to
grab and pull mind and intellect into depths of darkness where
this poet never wants to tread at all in this life.