Innate Gifts Keep Me Sane Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gifts given innately from God to keep me sane and
focused through painful suffering in life, crossing
roads of tribulation and sorrow always.

Music's rhythms leading the way towards peace and
serenity that exists within, finding it's essence,
placing it upon a cloud.

Watching as it floats and drifts above me, showing
all kinds of new sights and taking me on some great
adventures, exploring every one of them in succession.