Rhythms Of Interior Freedom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Special commitments being held in hearts, kept safely within
pockets of remembrance, grasped and lonely through ages of
mystery, finding a place, hiding in a hidden wisdom, always
out of sight.

Placidly holding onto a moment of quiet joy, spaces being
moved through an atmosphere provided by intellect that has
been taken from limited boundaries of boxes.

Turned loose by rhythms of interior freedom, staring in
mirrors, seeing misty reflections through many tears of
sorrow that have fallen through the years.

Clouding and distorting what happened once upon a time when
younger.