Wings Of Freedom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running with the speed of sound, watching as I pass the
speed of light.

Wondering about the relativity of the echoes still
resonating deeply within my mind.

Nothing ever keeping me held in it's grip, feeling the
wings of freedom always with me, taking me soaring into
the blue skies of destiny for an eternity.

Always moving into the atmosphere of positive energy
and beautiful miracles of hope and faith, no where else
can I follow my path of interior creation, except here
within imagination.

Taking into it's depths, all the motion of intellect and
subconsciousness, never letting anything be left to chance
as long as I am living alone here on this earth.

Posing always for the next creation I can conjure within
my mind and place in a poem.