Sliding Glass Mountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stepping across the desert, watching reverberations of sun
rays coalesce and vibrate in many mirages of heated day
light.

Pain being set aside just to participate in the solace of
a mysterious find, absolutely and infinitely calming my
soul religiously.

Taking my hand, bringing me into promises of heaven where
I will at last be fulfilled completely in the beauty of an
interior serenity, nothing able to take me from this inner
freedom as long as I live on this earth.

Away from the intensity of others and their imposing views
on me because of their own thoughts and opinions that don't
jive or agree with what I have always thought on sliding
glass mountains of inner strength.