Life Of Belonging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Keys of opening treasures are embedded within my mind, they
can be touched by music, lightly, emotionally, beautifully
opening chests of golden genius hiding inside them.

Fulfillment echoes it's voice down corridors of intelligence,
raking memories into piles, separating into files, sorting
and storing them for the time I have on earth.

Equally forbidding, thoughts anchored in deep dark corners
of respite, are lifted out of depths onto living quarters
felt consciously outside myself.

Depositing frequently, heard notes and melodies into etudes
for my mind to comprehend alone.

Codes are ciphered constantly from notes to words of poetry,
lasting impressions touched upon my brain, remembered forever,
always close at hand.

Keys of opening treasures are played upon talented pianos
of my mind every day that I am alive.

Recounting their imaginary rhythms into reality of inherent, genetically formed brain cells of inner intelligence and
subconscious sublime thinking for minutes of life.

Daly recreating gullies and ravines, falling away from my
heart's beating incessantly, forming and pouring everything
into my soul.