RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Limits Of Being Human - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me
soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I
Being free and independent, taking life in stride as
I continually sit and write poetry, sublime and pro-
found at times, even surprising myself.
Never being in a box, having broken out of all bound-
aries and limits when just a child, always questioning
the whys and wherefores of everything.
Not believing anything that others tell me with their
narrow minds and opinions kept strapped tightly and
firmly within their absent-minded hearts.
Not ever wanting to be like the, taking everything be-
yond what it seems to be, always surprised to find that
I'm right when looking beneath the surface.
Feeling a tremendous amount of self-assurance, yet
knowing that I'm not always right, never doubting self,
just knowing the actual limits of being a human being.
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