Open Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Open Spaces



Resting in an ageless period of tomorrow,
searching for new views and opinions,
because those of old have become riddled
with holes and no longer seem to apply no
matter how we try to fit the frayed pieces
together.

Leaving open spaces in life, not knowing
how to mend the tears and rips in lacey
doilies of thought.

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