Desperate For The Return Of Honesty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A breath of fresh air fills lungs, mind and heart with a
new beginning, wandering freely throughout this temporary
life, seeking facts, solutions and confirmations of truth.

Desperate for the return of honesty that we can still de-
pend upon, resurging again and again, seeing all those
dreams at night not able to sleep.

Mostly because of all the meanings that emanate from them,
wanting badly to explain things, get them right in our minds,
but somehow they stay like strangers on this lonely earth.