Separating Self While In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging from lines of a bare existence, looking for a
place to escape this life, holding onto faith and hope,
wondering if it will be enough to allow life to breathe.

Striding always into depths of my being, unafraid of the
measures of time that will be placed upon my life, know-
ing that my soul can always set me free.

Allowing me to soar into a bluened atmosphere where I can
be set free - liberated from all that is not necessary to
exist in this world.

Sadness being peeled like a layer of glue that was inad-
vertently dumped on me by society and it's inane rules,
separating self, from this particular regard of humanity.