RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Creativity Within A Child - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
There is a child within, watching activity of the world rotating
Listening to opinions, ideas, statements made through life, sifting
and mixing them to arrive at conclusions of her own.
Watching carefully, everything in sight, visualizing, imagining things in her own artistic eyes.
Not seeing what many others see, alone on a separate horizon.
Sensing life, dealing with emotions deep inside, separating them in
little piles that will cause no harm.
Searching for answers to complete herself, knowing her personality
and keeping it on a shelf behind a locked door.
Lining inner recesses with sponge to soak up what can't be held too
A child's life alone turning to music, writing, and art to serve her
qualities without respite.
Looking for positive activities to fill life's necessities, while
climbing to the backwoods of society.
An unfulfilled life of a once child.
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