Unlit Candles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Posing for pictures of thought while waiting for ideas to blossom.
Forming an energy never being lessened by anyone's opinions, pros
or con.
Never entering cages of attitudes that are lies hidden from truths
and existing in many depths from other dimension's too difficult
for others to find.
Being many talented, focusing onto edges of memories, too saddened
to be on levels of thought.
Only hanging onto emotions, veiling their existence with a volume
of smoke from unlit candles.
Sophomoric themes being handed down through the years, never
alighting for long in the intellectual plains of my being.
Turning onward into aisles of catacombs as the darkness saturates
and fills my essence with their mysterious codes of exterior existence.