Storing Experiences Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing through meadows,
trying to lose strings of
crystallized tears.
Never wanting to be tied down,
in emotional turmoil caused by
another in life.
Soothing melodies calming inner
thoughts as I hold onto sorrow's
heartstrings, pulling me off into
horizons on the other side of life.
Storing all experiences in measures
of music to be composed and laid in
tones of melody, charging my mind
with an enveloped sense of intense
behavior, settled within the sensory
particles of my brain, keeping the
elements of life intact, while moving
on to extreme sensations.
Forgiving attitudes, finding their
ways into a being.