Inner Beginnings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding my heart in hands of loneliness, I travel
longingly down aisles of yesterday, wishing they were
memories not yet used from long ago, so I could create
them today.
Listening easily to separate notes being played from a keyboard attached to my mind through osmosis.
Fingering songs throughout my brain, touching neurons, creating brand new pathways for me to walk upon, with imagination holding my hand in rhythms of inspiration.
Cavorting, playing, taking strides subconsciously into
this area of talent, playing and enjoying every single
moment.
Holding and swinging hands to inner rhythms of gifts
and beginnings, taking away the loneliness of yesterday.