Elastic Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flowing through mild waters out at sea, drowning in meanings that are taunting me ceaselessly, finding nothing to save me in days of saddened recollection.
Following a destiny of sorts, being elated with thoughts, filling my mind with elastic beauty.
Stretching it over my imagination, keeping me stable, and focused through it all.
Bowing to life and it's grief, thanking it for the gifts and talents God has given me to access human frailty and exposing it clearly, undisputably in writing poetry.
Giving myself to it's rhythm as I write of the intense depths it fills me with.