Rocky Shores Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Political unity apparent, speakers saying what is true,
candidates sitting shame-faced behind them, afraid to
say the wrong thing.

Sitting up, attentive, listening, wondering how to
commit themselves to this new agenda, candidates seem
worried.

Crossing arms, searching for strength to hold their
heads up within.

United, we hold truth to be self-evident, as we clap
for the truths we hear being spoken.

Self-effacing, turning to the people, fighting the
power of office or wealth.

Beginning the wheels of networking, spinning,
connecting, political - all together we become one.

Certain trials, situations, life-long embracing of
problems will start to unwind.

Relieving the strain that has evolved and developed
through the epic of poverty, standing as the guiding
light on the rocky shores of life and equality.