Cradle Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being rocked like a little child in the cradle of gentle
and steady rhythms, wanting to be kept in the safety of
this life, letting my mind baby itself at times.

Then when getting tired, rising up and going about the
business of writing and relating silently to the world
through poetry.

Timid and shy, yet very other-worldly, traveling along
through trails of destiny and finding fate, trying to
realign it to ideas in mind.

Rocking self at times of sorrow and sadness, then re-
turning to life as usual.