Adjusting Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Adjusting Self



Hearing the beauty of nature beyond the windows of my soul,
loving the feelings that bring a smile to my face.

Adjusting self to meet the many demands chasing me incessantly
forever into the night.

Collapsing against myself, traveling into the darkest night of
my soul, taking nothing with me, but faith and hope in God.

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