Becoming Ourselves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Conquests of future lives lie in wait, achieving maturity, learning to relate.
Sedentary minds alleviating the need to think or carry on.
Life-long dreams wait on distant shores, hoping to soon be realized.
All of eternity sits on marble steps, waiting to be climbed, nurturing forgiving attitudes throughout each of our lives.
Expecting nothing will bring no worth.
To live on, live fully, we must give birth to our inner ideas.
Surmounting every obstacle set in our paths, we can become who we are inside.
All we need do is begin.