Interior Faith Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settling into a mode by myself, bored with living, yet
still finding words to write with.

Delving deeply into interior realms of being, interesting
intellect in thoughts rolling around an inner roller
skating rink.

Sitting around, getting older, debatable on whether or
not I am getting wiser, but it is all the same as I enjoy
what I love to do anyway.

An interior faith keeping my world from falling apart,
even when I am in the desert at midnight.