Delicate Balances, Imperfect Absolutes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising above the ineptitude of life and the people in it,
wishing to proceed down paths of my own creation.

Knowing that they will be full and vibrant, never worrying
where they will take me.

Discovering and exploring the beauty of intellect and imag-
ination, finding answers that no one else has figured out
as yet.

Reaching out into the great unknown, unafraid, free of
doubts, able to grasp abstract concepts, so handily being
seen within this mind.

Delicate balances and imperfect absolutes, together hiding
beneath many ideas, sprouting about in fields of flowers,
always beautiful and mysterious.

Going fully into depths of being, always wanting to know
more about this interior universe, discovered right within
this body and being.

Truly being absorbed by the fantastic and magnificent beauty
of it's landscapes.