RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Spreading My Wings - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Always thinking, if I lived again, all the things I
Now having been given a second chance to live again,
I am taking advantage of every idea, invention and
poem that comes to me through intellect.
Spreading my wings, soaring into the skies of heaven,
writing, publishing, designing, composing and being
totally immersed in the new life I've been given to
Not letting go of where I've been, because it's part
of who I was and still am, with an added measure of
being, that I found when I was no more - now added
to who I am to become.
Looking forward with joy and elation to tomorrow's
fascination in my life.
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