RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life is at a standstill, deficient, unable to handle
daily routines with any energy whatsoever.

Racking emotions with heart-rending dissatisfaction,
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A rose by any other name wouldn't bear the pain of a lifetime
within such a fragile framework.
Abusive husband, tantamount to a dictator, yet he should have
been loving, compassionate, caring, to such a gentle woman.
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Despair layered on top of itself for years,
a grief hidden behind laughter and a sweet
disposition from childhood.
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Damaging inner space, crying, filling it with crystal tears
at the thought of past memories.

Lost and forsaken upon a desert land, no tether to hold on
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Caterpillaring, through life, having tunnel vision,
unable to see the big picture, because she's too
accustomed to seeing life the way she sees it.
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Procrastinating again, waiting for the mood to hit and
salvage my being from wasting away.
Liberty and freedom knocking at my mind, wanting to
explore and create new memories and inventions to put
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Noise awakens my brain, erasing stress from the equation of
living.

Bringing sanity in alignment with inner talent as I go about
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Wildfire escaping, a new lead singer not as
good as the other one.
Hitting sharp on every note, scratching my
mind with it's insistence.
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Running with rhythms, enjoying their presence in my brain,
calmly they energize my entire being.
Allowing the freedom to entertain imagination with tones
and sounds of melody.
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Daylight rushing to meet me at the outset of a
musical quartet, playing to a biker audience.
Nonsteirdly, choosing songs across the board
as they go along.
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