Created Fantasy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Corralling innermost sadness, trying to sort it out,
picturing the puzzle of it's imminent distraction,
touching this mind.

Settling into a quiet desperation, noting it's existence
with a well-known memory of it all.

Hoping to continue this poem in spite of it's sorrow,
lifting self through music, following a pathway of lilting
rhythms into another dimension far from the one sadness
resides in.

Looking around at all the beautiful sights of imagination,
walking gratefully through this fantasy I have created to
calm my sorrow and grief.