Shadows Of Lies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothing particles of my being are taken into canyons and
ravines of the desert of my soul, there I find innocence
of the purity of my inner child.

So calmly, surreptitiously, climbing a stairway to heaven,
stopping at the bluened atmosphere where only I am present,
listening to music.

It's rhythms taking me soaring, swimming through natural
passion and essence of my spiritual being, nothing negative
there to hurt nor betray me at all.

A serene longevity that I can rely on through my spirit only,
living a moral and ethical life in spite of what other people
may think of me.