Reaching For Limelight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching for the limelight, spreading myself thin,
trying to become everything in life, matching
intellect with sincere aptitudes of heightened
intelligence.

Unwrapping gifts we have hidden beneath all our
fears and tears of unselfish desires, afraid to
become who we are through ourselves.

Throwing over heavy blankets of disguise we emerge
from insecurities of our subconsciousness, daring
to really live in the closest environments we can
ever find ourselves in.

Finding ourselves in the grasp of infidelity, we
shake loose as best we can, just so we can peer
into images we want so bad to investigate this
side of artistic life.

Prepared as always for rhythms of interior peace
being pounded out upon ivories we recall, as we
progress down roads of life.

Crossing streets as we ride into the night, blinded
by unknowing fears we so desperately want to get rid
of and cause to dissipate.

Knowing now, just how to go about doing so.