RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Actual Limits Of Being Human - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me
soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I
Being free and independent, taking life in stride as
I continually sit and write poetry, sublime and pro-
found at times.
Even surprising self at certain moments in life, never
being in a box, having broken out of all boundaries and
limits when just a child.
Always questioning the whys and wherefores of every-
thing, not believing anything that others tell me with
their narrow minds and opinions.
They keep them strapped tightly and firmly within their
absent-minded hearts, not ever wanting to be like them,
taking everything beyond what it seems to be.
Being surprised to find that I'm right when looking be-
neath the surface of every little thing, feeling a great
and tremendous amount of self-assurance.
Knowing that I'm not always going to be right yet never
doubting self, just knowing the actual limits of being
a human being on earth.
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