Higher Realms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pernicious feelings, catching in my mind,
belittling everything I try to do.
People putting me down, or so they think,
as I lift my spirit into higher realms,
reaching always for a purer rhythm to
contend with.
Solidly accepting any energy that comes
into my being.
Visages penetrating, causing effects to
be applied generously, pushed to the fore-
front acrimoniously, no matter what another
portrays in a mask-like quality.