Nature's Belonging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently graying, mind at ease, taking in everything
seen far and near, belonging to nature and God - open
to anything.

Stringing lights, illuminating darkened places, seeing
them for what they are.

Old-time nightmares, seething in corners, always afraid
to be seen.

Yet, now that they are bathed in bright lights, they no
longer seem scary - pathetically they no longer glow
in shades of darkness, for they have been exposed for
what they once were.

No longer able to have a hold on mind and soul, allowing
an inner child to come out and become the meaning it
was meant to be while living on earth.