Inner Dominion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Following daily routines, singly tearing apart all
thought, fighting for some sanity amidst all the
drought of despondency.

What is the feeling of sadness that accompanies
wherever I go? How did I come to know it? there
never seemed to be a choice, it just appears and
continues to flow through my being.

Soundproofed insides, have I none? Constant haranguing
deep inside, causing recognition of things I do not
know of yet. sitting on the wayside, thinking musically
of life and it's continual grind.

Trumpeting the issuance of needful temperance, abiding
by laws of nature, trying desperately to ignore the
voice of man.

Secure inside of knowledge, brought together in puzzle
pictures, pasted haphazardly for short little whiles,
too soon, falling apart, broken, scattered, like before.

Gleaming from somewhere else, glimmers of life seem to
beckon beyond limits of this earthly life, tuning inner
labyrinths of peaceful dominion to match the beauty of
a secret soul held within.

Feeling my soul, it's gentleness, kindness, reluctance
for this world, is penetrating all thought, beginning to
extrapolate, finding remedies held in check so long, are
starting to be known and dealt with.

This temporary faintness of being is pivoting lamps of
learning unto vast quantities of unending praise forth-
coming.

Inner praise and glory unfolding slowly from tight-fisted
memories, laid out upon tables, unwrapped and put on display.