Personal Journey Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking selfishly within, seeing screens of imagination
all my own.
Scraping away reality from my mind's shoes, taking
pleasure in it's disappearance.
A world fashioned with what I like and want, no one
allowed in to bother me on my personal journey.
Walking forward in time, allotting myself opportunities
to feel freedom's wiles and take advantage of them.
Listening to what is said beyond life's horizons,
feeling - a knowing - that is indescribable in words
spoken aloud.
Words silently written on paper, thrust themselves into
people's minds relentlessly, taking their minds on
endless treks of feelings.