A Difficult Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly walking, looking in all directions for anything to
catch sight of.

Listening to nature with every sense and fiber of being,
hearing what most other people never can hear.

Having perfect pitch, always matching notes with tones,
knowing if they were flat or sharp.

Keeping track of time in tempos and rhythms, solidly
having a lot of meaning coming through it's coded messages
throughout this interior life.

Purposely living within musical realms, because life was
so difficult