Frosted Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Losing myself purposely in a cloud of thoughts,
waiting to be awakened in a burst of revealing
attitudes.

Creating all sorts of imaginative inventions,
being brought forth into reality.

All fantasys are turning to real facts, even
dreams are coming true when I awaken every
morning.

Life can be so frosted with good things some
days, and I look forward to those moments of
intense focus.

Letting the saddened times fall by the wayside,
along with feelings of loneliness and emptiness.