RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
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, mounting 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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