Just Becoming Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Just Becoming



Standing watch, looking for endless roads, wanting to set
out on new adventures.

Sitting instead, upon a rock, contemplating nature, turning
inward, finding strength.

Not wishing to disturb inner tranquility and perceptions of
silent serenity.

Folding hands, wandering mind, producing dream-like states,
writing, feeling good, becoming just what I am.

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