Fantasies Of Inner Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Emptiness flowing from an interior abandonment from days
of old when life was not so good nor kind, every morning,
walking into the desert alone, wanting to immerse myself
in nature's peaceful atmosphere.

A tender and total silence that moved and breathed with
my feelings and emotions, allowing loneliness to be fill-
ed with an intense sorrow that would not let up for some
reason.

Looking up, trying to catch the wind, wanting it to carry
me away, lifting my spirit ever higher, racing alongside
jets, traveling hundreds of miles an hour, a secret re-
solve held closely to my heart.

Tripping through the fantasies of an inner imagination
and tips of outer reality, bringing about changes in the
center of life's sorrow as it pushes life onto a ledge
about to go over.