RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Putting a pen and paper in front of me is enough to set thoughts flowing constantly.
Loving to write because I am freed, deep inside of me.
All thoughts locked up ever so long, find their way out onto pages so
everyone may read them.
Deep inside, each time releasing emotions which have always thoughtfully been denied or stuffed inside.
The past which has held this captive for so long, is coming out in the form of poetry, pulling me along, helping me to grow.
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