Interior Wastelands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Noise awakens my brain, erasing stress from the equation of
living.

Bringing sanity in alignment with inner talent as I go about
creating whatever I wish.

Talking silently with subconscious desires of the heart, adding
emotions to the formula, bringing tears of sadness or joy.

Awakening acknowledgement from interior wastelands in forests
and deserts within.

Silent pacing from mind to imaginational depths of subconscious
thoughts lying around, patiently awaiting fruition in writing.

Banners waving, shadows sneaking into corners of my mind,
dancing with ideas around circuits of my brain.

Exterior meanings crowd around, pushing apart intellect,
directing bits of it for examination.

Letting sunlight shine into twilight of darkened sadness,
tears gathering into my heart, searching for approval and
validation.

Hoping for acknowledgement inteiorly, so I may soar into
dimensions of different atmospheres for an eternity.