Blossoming Interiorly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Expectant hopes are lying on the floor in front of me,
looking up at my mind, wanting to be expressed along
with desires of hopeful joy.

Beautiful and serene, touching senses of being with an
elated joy of purpose, thrilling to promises of a brand
new day as I wander and reach out to pick them up.

Caressing and letting them be expressed throughout
intellect in a colorful array, blossoming and spreading
into an interior universe where I will totally be immersed
with them all.