RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being A Witness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Knowingly seeing visions of the future filling me
interiorly, taking everything into consideration,
fulfilling possibilities with an innate talent.
Rhythms constantly taking and filling me with the
intensity of life here on earth then going beyond
Listening intently, taking every moment, knowing
it is precious and will allow me to accomplish the
impossibilities in this life.
Not wanting to be a witness to anything except what
I myself can see and participate in while alive and
living on this earth only.
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