Pools Of History Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening intently to the beauty of music, looking
insightfully inside this mind, sensing intellect
and reasoning.

Changing religiously, pictures of inner wisdom,
selecting restful peace of consistent knowledge.

Seeking ever new and different phases of creativity,
placing importance upon the sensitive nature kindled
gently within, awaiting the mature existence it will
soon lead to.

Spiring heights of interplanetary memories, tranquil
beyond any formal portraits of quietness, descending
into pools of personal history, seeing inconsistencies
floating like dead men upon their faces.

Breathing no more, thought patterns stopped somewhere
past abuse, totally unwarranted, the richness and beauty
of genius stifled immeasurably by adults, diffusing child-
hood and youth into pots of boiling lust, uncontained in
perspectives of ethics and morals.

Pleasurable sequences brought to focus, feeling throughout
many ideas, touching the soul of an entire being, saliently progressing through interior wells of intellect, seeing a
crystal palace of wisdom and reasoning.

In awe, watching, touching the astonishing mind that has
finally been uncovered, many have spoken of it's brilliance,
but never knew it, now this glimpse has shown the reality
of self and gifted talents.

Hugging it, no chance of it falling ever away, basking in
it's glorious warmth today and every day for eternity.

Life for one has begun on another dimension alone and
unafraid, becoming the person always been inside.

A woman so longed to be is at last, the finality of me.