Life Has Matured Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting in an exterior dimension for rhythms to come and
claim my heart, being tantalized and driven into deeply
held convictions of another time.

Sensing and feeling desires pushing and pulling their way
up through intellect, only wanting to be noticed, heard
and expressed properly.

Living in depths of a forest, knowing only that life has
matured and is now on another plateau beyond whatever it
is that we now know.