Touching Possibilities Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rolling down inner highways in the darkness, watching as
shadows pass me by, touching possibilities as they arise,
keeping me out of the coldness of an impossible destiny.

Alone, finding a way into periods of time, measuring each
rhythm in the sanctity of life, spiritually following the
essence and passion of my being and heart.

Taking up musings of my mind, adding lessons being taught
through innate talent, knowing that in the end I'll come
out on top with ideas and inventions of inner life.