Exhaling Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Appreciating the beauty of innate talent as it reaches
within, taking me soaring above.

Feeling colder, yet closer to God with every moment of
life moving forward.

Expressing and testing memories as they exhale and fall
into my mind, taunting imagination as reality comes to
view.

Challenging images of yesterday, looking for answers
and seeing questions unfolding their essence.

Getting smaller and smaller, breaking into tiny particles
until only one is left.

Touching it with my mind, feeling it's texture, holding
it carefully, asking hundreds of questions, seeing into
the future.

Finding expressions, tantalizing this mind as I continue
investigating it's innate properties.