Using Wings Of My Spirit Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching rhythms dance their way into an imaginative
creativeness, centering within my mind solely.

Contributing to the essence of who I've become, every
thought being structured according to coded rhythmic
tempos.

Exposing the tones in melodic notes, spreading across
interior landscapes of my being, explanations cannot
be given.

Even if seeing me fly into the skyway of life, holding
me in a space all my own, having the time of my life,
using wings of my spirit to keep me aloft.