Touching Inner Solace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Touching Inner Solace
Sitting in a rocking chair or on a swing, whatever takes
me back and forth in the air, feeling the breeze blowing
my hair about my face.
Free and easy, floating against gravity, enjoying freedom
of flying through the atmosphere or rocking on the floor
like a child on a rocking horse.
Feelings of being young and a child again, giving me the
touching sensitivity of inner solace.
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