RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waving lines in my vision, giving time to contemplate
what they mean in depths of thoughtful interludes sent
to me in deepened moods of emotion.
Slowly, climbing, mountain peaks of turmoil, calculating
their existence in my mind.
Focusing totally on the steps it will take to surmount
all the obstacles standing in my way.
Sololy, walking steadily, keeping my mind on elaborating thoughts given to me on the way up.
Shaking screens with words of powered sadness, giving
the essence of my life graceful entrance into a cruel
world, reality has left behind.
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