Reason And Purpose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind strumming the guitar of my heart, placing me in hallways of yesterday's rhythms, giving all the pain I've felt through the years, words to process it and heal me.
Throughout the universe I've traveled in aisles of my mind, strumming the pain held inside through all these years.
Bringing it all to the forefront of my life, allowing all feelings to finally be strummed and taken away from me for a while.
Giving me respite, taking emotion and giving it reason and a purpose for it's being.