Drums Of Resistance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beating drums of resistance, not ever wanting to let it slow
down, keeping it even, allowing every note, tone and tempo
to point like an arrow straight into promises of each day.

Being lifted higher into another dimension where everything
is colorful and brighter than anything on the surface of the
earth.

Always looking forward to the essence that attracts and singles
out lines of prose colliding in this mind along with music as
tempos rise higher into another atmosphere, giving beauty a
second look that ordinarily would never be given at all.