Solitary Contemplation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently sitting alone in a mountainous desert of
my own choosing.

Made to order - solitary contemplation
on a higher plain than ordinary.

Rising above threads of anticipation, calling to mind,
unordinary feelings and senses of being.

Treading quietly down pathways of hurt feelings and
misguided thoughts, searching for some recognition
inwardly.

Slowly coming to terms with self as I think of many
extraordinary places to become in.