Inside Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solitary mornings, awakening early, before the sun decides to rise.
Jumping into a reverie, beginning to cultivate an effervescent energy.
Calming nerves, touching the inside of life with an intense needle of unkempt quaff.
Realizing the antiquity of yesterday, playing it constantly with a rhythm set up from birth.
Contemplating justice in forms of pious endeavors, placating feelings of peaceful yesterdays.