Interior Lives Forgotten Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Throughout our lives we find a place to call our own,
a home, business, cardboard box, tent, whatever we can
afford.

Yet very few people look within themselves to find a
space for their interior lives, being forgotten or left
to die within us.

Contemplation, meditation are left for priests, nuns,
gurus, because people think they cannot attain these
self-same traits.

What an unbelievable injustice we do to ourselves when
doing this, we all need a place within to contemplate
our lives and spirituality.