RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Likely aspects of childhood stray in and out of focus, playing
detrimental mind games within the realm of unconsciousness.
Veering off center, crashing into painful memories, falling,
hurt, crushed, alone.
Still alone, no parents there to watch or care, forgotten in
lieu of smaller siblings.
Cast about on the ocean of neglect and licentious behavior,
steering headlong, headfirst, into ruin.
A life of dependent behavior, untrusting, afraid of everyone,
aware at every unconscious level.
Facets of childish intuitiveness, scattering for cover under
pretenses of love.
Solemnly situated in the midst of doubt, insincerity, uncaring,
attitudes dealt from the hip, unaware of lifetime consequences
and termination of friendship and loving relationships.
Silver linings never meant to be on earth, calculating the
time spent here in productive undertakings has been nil.
Null and void are dreams before they are even subconsciously
Falling continuously under graves of forbearing, stumbling
upon the blocks of life as they are tossed like dice upon a
space in time.
Creating a destiny I have never played a part in, never taken
up, because it was not my own.
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