RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Composite Of Intellect - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intellect and mind have been rejected over and over,
strangling and shoving me in corners.
Never listening to what I think is best for me as is
written hundreds of ways in many, many journals.
All is neglected, hidden away, not thought of as any
use in helping me solve problems written about in every
paragraph and verse.
Feelings, emotions, thoughts spilled vulnerably out in
printed words, ignored, reviled, because they are not of
noteworthy, famous individuals.
No one knows yet, whether I will someday be thought of
as a PhD. of psychological terms and literature.
There are no thoughts harbored in anyone's mind, that
possibly my intellect will one day be revered in every
corner of our small earth.
Still, stashed in drawers, pushed into backgrounds,
afraid of what I may accomplish without having earned
the many degrees of so-called learned people, being
sequestered, silenced on all levels of competence.
Availing myself of all knowledge and wisdom throughout
the ages, my mind is a composite of it all with the
light and brightness of my own intellect, gifts and
Surpassing the indignities men place upon me, I will
continue creating with the genius held interiorly.
One day everyone may see the beauty folded neatly,
orderly, within my soul, placed openly in prayerful
awakening, justifying my eternal being.
All this will come to pass when I have lost my earthly
meaning and life lives no more in me, but on the pages
I have written in verse.
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