Pleasurable Sense Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enticing memories through the music I am listening to gives
an intense pleasurable sense to my brain.

Grasping onto it with my mind, being enlivened by it's
circumference, loving the feelings being brought to light.

Carefully protecting myself through writing, allowing myself
the freedom to roam wherever I need to go.

Swallowing my pride, walking away, taking new pathways that
I am just now creating to get farther away from where I am
right now.

Listening to the melodies of distant dimensions, enjoying
their call to me interiorly, loving the feelings coming into
my being and particles.