Intensity Of A Mere Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Screaming from the darkness, genuine fear standing here
in front of me, looking it straight in the eyes, not
letting it get to me at all.

Watching it back down, leaving me alone unto myself, a
beautiful feeling of peace filling all corners of this
mind's intellect.

Listening with an intensity befitting this mere poet,
allowing only landscapes of hope to enter into my being.

Lasting thoughts continuing to build around this inner
environment, taking everything and letting it drop here
onto this page for anyone to see.

A life of interest and adventure, still being discovered
and honored within the core of this being's soul.

Never letting the existence of evil to incarcerate me in
this earthly life.