Embellishing Traits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intensely feeling the beat of my heart in the middle of the night, forging indentations in my sleep patterns, creating vicious cycles of involvement, not wavering at all.
Actually riveting me to the spot, instilling a major portion of literature into one area of my brain.
Entitling rhythms, causing many journeys to embellish traits as they crawl through all manner of turmoil and turbulence.
Actuating necessary behavior in sections of perfect storms, left out to sea with no reverberations to bring them back to reality.