Middle Of A Desert Sandstorm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Prayers being prayed, life continuing onward as usual
daily.

Wanting changes to occur, doing my level best to make
them happen, nothing yet.

Disappearing into the confines of intellect, expanding
and living it's essence fully.

Always taking advantage of every opportunity to advance
knowledge.

Existing just to learn and entertain myself while doing
so, loving interior beauty.

Living creatively, artistically and poetically, in a
different world than most people on earth.

Feeling alone, abandoned, finding no one in life that
can understand me, until recently.

Left in the middle of a desert sandstorm, no direction
or guidance from without, deciphering everything myself.

Always trying to learn more about how this brain works
so I can use it more fully for the betterment of mankind.

Having no selfish reasons to keep any of it to myself,
once having learned it.