Moments Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hopelessness of prosperity lies heavily upon my mind, what do
I do with it, how will it affect daily living?

There are no answers to give for I am alone in a house of
poetry and imagination.

Future dreams, present hopes, past failures are all bound
tightly to the many words I write in poetry.

Walking down avenues of comfortable thoughts pushing, pulling,
prodding, creative inner talents to come to the forefront of
my mind.

Sent spinning out of control, wisdom taps lightly and gains
a foothold in the light of conscious acknowledgement.

Surfacing anxieties fraught with sorrow, continually harass
and barrage my inner solitude.

Forgiving natures, portrayed in peace-filled serenity, kept
closely within my small space of being.

There are no excuses, no failures, no mistakes herein, because
all is being invented and imagined at this very moment.