Enjoying Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crossing the street in my mind while sitting here and writing
poetry, mountains looming, looking down upon me as I do so,
palm trees fanning me from afar, cooling this feverish talent.

Nothing can quench this passion deep within, except constantly
writing to music no matter what type it is, a wonder in itself
that it continues throughout days and nights.

No end in sight, going without sleep or eating for days on end,
taking over life from the inside out, giving desires a way to
ignite passion continually.

Wandering in and out of pathways alone, enjoying solitude and
innocence of this heart and intellect, a joyous and tender as-
pect of this mere poet.

Writing on the last horizon, set deeply in sorrow and sadness
of a lifetime, hardship and sacrifice abounding, no one ever
caring, continuing this solo journey alone.

Even a large close family cannot assuage it's pain, caressing
inner workings of my mind as intellect evolves and keeps find-
ing ways to explore and discover through feelings and emotions.

Figuring out exactly how to write them out for all to see and
read, hoping they will be touched somehow by it's essence and
given hope to carry on in life.