Silently Singing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being an impossible case, not wanting to be reached,
because then I'd have to talk to people.

That would take away from writing poetry and music,
relaxing in the midst of a crowd, keeping them at bay.

Going with the flow, not worrying about keeping up at
all, singing silently, awaiting morning's beginnings.

Hoping to find an exhilarating pace to keep me going
and vibrant throughout the day and night.

Switching, watching everything, letting it blend in
with the environment, nothing to keep from life, just
joining in with it's beautiful vision.