Mysterious Symbolism Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking from a deep sleep, citing thoughts that have crept
beneath folds of my brain.

Under many beautiful landscapes I find nothing except
soothing serenity giving me a faithful hope, helping to
continue this life.

At times holding onto just a shoestring or thread, yet
so far it being enough to keep me here, is it fate or
destiny I wonder at times.

There is a mysterious symbolism creating thoughts from
intellect, finding reasons for being and traveling on
a solo journey towards tomorrow's horizon, nearing the
end of life.