Sitting On The Straightaway Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting on the straightaway, watching life pass by, not
caring that it does, dreaming real feelings within, hold-
ing and giving them a life of their own to live inside me.

Getting everything straight, going out tonight in the
freedom of my everlasting spirit, as I write sentiments
being kept hidden from all eyes.

Protecting them from the impurities of other's thoughts,
preferring to keep them silently beautiful within the
love I have for you only.