RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Tears draped over shoulders of remorse,
tenderly and gently holding grief
together so I will not fall apart.
Whispering thoughts to self and not
commenting, hearing the questions
Knowing only the voice of a soul
telepathically, allowing me to feel
the sorrow it holds.
Wondering how to balance life so deeply
hidden inside, caring very little
whether it gets done or not.
Sensing the grief piling higher as each
day passes, wondering how much longer it
will take before becoming reality.
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