Becoming My Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soaring into atmospheres filled with energy,
eliciting inner powers into patterns of writing.

Taking flights of fancy, inspiring realms of
imagination with sparks of intellect, exploding
into verse time and again.

Reciting age-old images in photographic visions
still very fresh in mind whenever thought of.

Tantalizing fragrances filling my mind with
scents of rose gardens, transporting me to edges
of heaven's gardens where I wish to never
return from them.

Yet, life persistently keeps me close to it's
nature, refusing to let me go from earth.

A deep sadness stays glued within, I can't ever
expel it, because it's a part of who I have
become.

It is my destiny to become what I write for fate.

(11: 25 a.m. - 1/12/10)