Freedom Of My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling into depths of an unknowingness, trying to keep
above water, not quite managing too well as yet today.

Thriving in the night, not sleeping, staying awake writing,
listening to music.

Freedom of my soul taking me to an interior universe where
life has no bounds, universally being open and beautiful.

Sounds trilling in the atmosphere, filling my mind with
their fresh scents of novel ideas and blossoming thoughts.

Holding onto the essence tightly as it expands exponentially
into the night, giving natural beauty a place to grow and
become in.