Facing Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sun filtering through branches of trees on high,
touching my being with gentle warmth and friendliness.

Peacefulness playing in my mind with thought, rearranging
stressful thinking, setting new patterns for formidable
days ahead, facing alone a myriad of shadows crossing my
path.

Protecting myself from reality, going inside to a special
space where I can explore and be myself every moment of
existence.

Spacious realms, weaving their magic in my being, taking
me to heights of heaven where I can be sublime, writing
whatever transforms itself into my thoughts.

Conjuring ideal designs to form poetical verses and
composing musical etudes of life's misgivings.

Turning ordinary beings and things into magical moments
secreted in a newly written poem.