An Open Book Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Easily walking, slowly down small town streets, reminding yourself of where you came from and going back to the roots of childhood.
Sauntering always, into dreams of yesterday, eclipsing all shadows of interior devotion.
Calmly entering realms of being, totally bent on using heartstrings, feeling emotional and never blinking an eye when showing them to anyone.
Looking out for beautiful sensations of an open book, a person with no secrets writing poetry.