RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Scanning memories, watching their images hurrying across visions in bright colors of feelings.
Touching emotions with care, befriending them so they can no longer scare me when I feel them.
Those that deal with anger are buried so deeply that I can't always feel them and I end up crying, spilling tears all around me, trying to rid them from my being.
Yet, sanity prevails as usual and I solemnly try to listen and make peace with what I can understand.
It's only sent to me a little at a time and only when I want to deal with it.
It's too big a part of my personality to try and ignore it, so I do what I can.
It's alright I guess, even though I'd rather just finish with it and go on living my life without it's negative impact.
Life would be so much more nicer - soothing, happier, peaceful in friendship.
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