RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lines fading in the grass,
never leaving any mark that they
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In the lonely, echoing halls of tomorrow,
peace eludes and contains itself in corners.
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What am I? What am I but a speck of dust in someone's eye.
To be washed away and sent to hell.
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Reluctantly taking steps,
wandering anywhere my heart will go.
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Finding pathways of life are much too difficult,
straying from them to rest awhile.
Stopping at a park to drain the day and it's
stresses from my body so it may come alive is
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Pushed through spaces of picket fences, unaware of the sorrow
lying bare on fragile eggshells of despair.
Poked and jammed through holes in space - allowed the freedom to
travel through emotional creativity.
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Traveling life's highways, searching always for meanings
behind silent words and expressions.
Taking advantage of being alive and free, casting aside
doubts of others in lieu of personal ideals and safety.
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Children passing judgement on one another without a clue
of the cruel, inhuman things they are doing.
Gossiping, spreading rumors, killing the small sparks of
hope in sensitive, caring beings.
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Running, stopping the insistent merry-go-round of life.
Turning and twisting, looking for reasons to jump without
looking.
Sidewards, glancing at tiny moments in past spaces.
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Hiding under the umbrella tree, not wanting anyone to see
the many tears of hurt hiding inside me all these years.
Afraid to come out, afraid to be rejected again or
abandoned like last time.
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