Escaping And Loving Freedom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding, exercising my brain through the desert of my soul,
over mountains of interior emotions as they lie about,
taunting yet inspiring my mind.

Thought processes taking me into an atmosphere of bluened
light, a universe of spirituality that enfolds my being
with explicit and concise poetry.

Being formed and shaped in gardens through instrumentation
being invented and used steadily in this intellect, growing
and expanding, passing all limits and boundaries.

All of them have been placed by others on people, escaping,
loving freedom setting me on fire within my soul, a buzzing
taunting the landscape that I continue to keep hiding through.