Corraling Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life has been redefined and not by choice,
corralling myself now, I have moved intellect's
boundaries to make up for what I can no longer
do physically.

Imagination is soaring, it's been illuminated
by an inner sun, showing me the way to reform
and redefine all aspects of my mind.

All of subconsciousness is desiring a more
important part in my writing, which is fine
with me.

Loving the beauty of my mind, as I see more of
it every time I write or listen to music.

A whole measure of intellect has been sowed and
is growing leaps and bounds, much to my own
amazement and wonder.

Giving myself entirely to this new purpose in
life has me full of joyful intensity every moment
as I feel lifted by the Holy Spirit, and fit in
with God wants me to do.