RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dreams Whispering - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life is a series of complicated processes and possibilities
waylaid by adversity and sadness.
Resounding ideas bounce around looking for places to reside
Quiet repose is a natural desire, yet we find very little
time to practice it's restfulness.
Alone, most often with ourselves, we find no solace in this
Needed is the space we create in our lives if even for just
a few minutes.
Characteristically standing on the outside, judging from sight
instead of experience, we seem to get tangled in the weeds of
Traipsing down pathways which take us out of our environments,
we find so much to say - never having lived through it to see
meanings for self or others.
Allowedly, we search depths of self, finding we have not met ourselves, we are not friends with self, and are wallowing in
mires of sacrifice; our destinies left to fend without us.
Dreams whispering in backs of our minds, escape our realities
because of many directions in life, pulling us away from our
nurturing core of respect and dignity.
Constraint impeccably persistent, always dodging arrows of
self-deceit as the future falls at our feet.
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