Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Forces Of Anxiety


Misty-eyed morning, watching the sun approach on an eastern horizon.
Filling a being with apprehensive emotions, wondering what a new day will bring and how it will effect destiny's future in time.
Exuding a lightening of anxiety, tripping over it's exertive forces, trying to avoid any and all adversity it dares to bring.
Burying an exchange of emotional trash, putting it beneath tons of dirt - it should never have been lifted off it.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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