Reaching for the limelight, spreading myself thin, <br />trying to become everything in life, matching <br />intellect with sincere aptitudes of heightened <br />intelligence. <br /> <br />Unwrapping gifts we have hidden beneath all our <br />fears and tears of unselfish desires, afraid to <br />become who we are through ourselves. <br /> <br />Throwing over heavy blankets of disguise we emerge <br />from insecurities of our subconsciousness, daring <br />to really live in the closest environments we can <br />ever find ourselves in. <br /> <br />Finding ourselves in the grasp of infidelity, we <br />shake loose as best we can, just so we can peer <br />into images we want so bad to investigate this <br />side of artistic life. <br /> <br />Prepared as always for rhythms of interior peace <br />being pounded out upon ivories we recall, as we <br />progress down roads of life. <br /> <br />Crossing streets as we ride into the night, blinded <br />by unknowing fears we so desperately want to get rid <br />of and cause to dissipate. <br /> <br />Knowing now, just how to go about doing so.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaching-for-limelight/
