Prompting Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Prompting Ideas
Somewhere I became lost, wending through many complicated
twists and turns.
Finding no way back onto paths of unreality, finishing
each day with prayers.
Hoping to be found again, back upon upon a path of my own
creation, before going through all the surgeries I've had
lately.
Prompting ideas saving me, leading into enlightened lanes,
filled with bluened scents of roses sent from heaven.
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