Being Called Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Called



Lively anticipation, filling me musically, inciting many memories of yesterday and the shyness I held closely to myself.
Fracturing initiatives of strident delivery toward senses of natural becoming.
Beginning on edges of nowhere, as I am called to my destiny.

Sunday, July 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,memories,senses
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