Morning's Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shadows of this morning fill my mind exponentially, giving me cause for concerns of the future.
Taking corners, folding them into one another, justifying an existence of peaceful enamoral on transistional avenues of the universe.
Glorifying edges of my mind as, unfolding, I become the one at last - the one I always thought of as my being.
Ambling along trestles, mile-high, introducing a quality of thought that features novel patterns and shapes, beginning at the upper part of tomorrow.