Within My Oasis Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to a song about people who think they're always
right, running from them, folding inside for a reprieve
from noise they are giving in diatribes of righteousness.

Holding up banners of silence, finding a place interiorly
where I settle into a peaceful serenity, sensing liberty
and freedom coming about now.

Being in my oasis where I feel at home, no one can ever
touch or fill me with their anger, bitter lies or unfamil-
iar treatises of untold racism and hatred.

Solidly hidden away, nothing can ever betray the truth held
within intellect as it disperses illusions and lies being
told and perpetrated by others.