Following thoughts down dark, narrow pathways, <br />hoping to discover any images or mirrors hiding <br />in crevices of yesterday. <br /> <br />Adjusting visions as they unfold in unison, <br />touching my soul with explicit purposes in mind. <br /> <br />Living in existential corridors, always becoming <br />what I will be in the future.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-becoming/
