Beyond My Beginning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring through curtains of life, looking back at what has
always been had.

Turning away, not caring to look and yet, seeing what has
made me who I am, many events have made a creation of this
life on earth.

Looking again through curtains of the present, seeing self
holding tears in cups of glass, not letting them slip or
fall into the earth alone.

Taking them carefully, placing them in my soul for safe-
keeping, looking away, finding some strength to help continue
forward.

One last time thinking, looking through the curtains of life
at the future.

Sun shining brightly, leading into a sphere of talent where
this being is spiritually growing into the woman she was
meant to be.

A short road to travel, but beautiful to experience along
the way.

Picking up everything that is discovered and placing it
into pockets of existence with the help of intellect's
imagination.

Now walking forward, no more windows or curtains to peer
through, seeing the finality of life beckoning bravely
to come and grasp it with love, then taking first steps
into the beyond of my beginning.