Strings Of Realization Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Awakening quiet thoughts within, music of Vivaldi saturates my
mind with saddened recollected calm, taking hold of heart and
soul, transporting me to outer regions of my mind, scanning all
that lies between.

Carefully stepping over everything to travel farther than I
ever have before, slipping and sliding down corridors, watching
out for opening doors, staying far away so as not to get hit in
the head with remembering.

Without all the rigorous candor of life struggling in, opening
up imagination's doors wide, allowing it to expand beyond any
portals of time or space.

Conquering fears of an inner lifetime may never be begun, today
strings of realization are slowly being broken away one by one.

There are too many expectations preying upon me from other's
fields of vision, I must turn and make paths for my own
creativity, forsaking complacent activities of everyone elses.

Straddling fences of daily living cannot be done anymore, so
hopping off, I walk away, taking with me all secret talents
hidden within.

Expressing myself in thousands of poems, words arranged to fit
patterns of my memory, fulfilling inner needs of self, standing outside of life, committing to undeveloped areas of my brain.

Exploring unknown depths, searching for new directions, paths,
ways, of doing everything, nothing of old is holding me from
fraying away it's knowledge and building a new identity for
self.

Successfully watching approaches made to alter thoughts and
inventions akin to my mind.

Lights turn succeedingly on in alternating periods of time,
rearranging patterns of a lifetime into another creation.

Provoking absolute thoughts into unstereotypical ideas,
converging onto eternal wells of being, satisfied within piles
of decaying bones, unafraid of reading or seeing new depths of
inner making.