RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Essence Of Being - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Flowers breaking through a mind of thought,
blossoming with ideals and untried concepts.
Prepared for an onslaught of edited criticism
and narrow points of view; standing firm and
bendable like a willow in a storm.
Reaching for strength of character that has
grown and matured within, allowing it to take
hold and become what it is.
Open, filled with life, hope and strength.
The essence of my being - me.
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