RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Caterpillaring, through life, having tunnel vision,
unable to see the big picture, because she's too
accustomed to seeing life the way she sees it.
To her vision, all is normal, nothing out of the
ordinary to jar her from her station in life.
Until another person stands with her, gives her the
courage to stand up for herself against an abusive
husband and leads her through a divorce to freedom.
At the end of it, there she is with her children,
an empty, tattered heart, emotions ruling her
throughout the years.
Not having the wherewithal to separate herself from
them and step forward into future realms of self-
Always holding within herself a recognition of all
she can be, but hesitates just short of her innate
talent of writing and her goals.
Frozen in a block of ice, not able to break free
completely, as her mind expands with literature
she's fearful to express.
(10: 38 p.m. - 2/20/11)
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- A Blessing From God
- A Blink Of The Mind
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