Dancing In Lonely Cold Rooms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tracing tracks of tears past images of childhood, feeling
their emotions stepping out over barriers of yesterday.

Taking me farther into feelings that have always intrigued
and mystically surprised me throughout all these years.

Dancing in lonely cold rooms within, noticing every nuance
and motion as they are tapped into subconsciousness.

Awakening intellect's purpose, giving it many thoughts that
are always coalescing in it's depths without limits or
boundaries to stand in the way of my understanding of life.

Past, present, and future, leaving fears and doubts in the
dust, just challenging my mind to find it's way through
mazes of life, creating puzzle pieces of an interior universe.