RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Just Becoming - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Standing watch, looking for endless roads, wanting to set
out on new adventures.
Sitting instead, upon a rock, contemplating nature, turning
inward, finding strength.
Not wishing to disturb inner tranquility and perceptions of
Folding hands, wandering mind, producing dream-like states,
writing, feeling good, becoming just what I am.
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