Always Mistrusting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Energetically feeling the creative electricity filling
me entirely with positive moods and attitudes, never
ceasing to be amazed at the great difference it makes
in my life.

Finding ideas and concepts interesting to my mind as I
listen intently to every note being played, strident,
concise, creative, unfolding like blossoms of a rose in-
to my intellect.

Always transposing notes into thoughts pertaining to any
subject that enters this mind, curious, questioning every-
thing, looking for answers hidden or silently sitting out
in the open.

Absolute truths opening up and destroying the illusions
put up to deflect my attention, although it never works,
loving to dispel all the lies, theories and myths thrown
at me since childhood.

Realizing they, along with people who tell them to me are
always going to be mistrusting, confusion cleared when
intellect takes over and gives the answers.

Ones I've predicted or something quite new to me, always
having the time of my life when finally putting the truths
into poetry.