Interior Weight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crushed beneath the weight of creativity, enjoying it's magnitude, playing with my imagination, carefully preserving every second of it in glory.
Sunlight shining interiorly upon a vast expanse of freedom's open inner spaces.
Sliding across the sky, no voice to interpret clamoring words and thoughts into poetry.
Silently being chosen and gathered into many lines of written words, poems are collected into tomes.
Unaware of the world, too busy interiorly to notice anything going on.
Hiding behind golden and orange clouds at dusk, I peacefully follow paths of my own creativity.