RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

An empty bed in a room full of memories, standing alone,
being neglected day and night, no one here anymore to
lie in it.
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Reality, settling into depths of a being, facing an uphill
battle filled with sacrifice and hardship, hoping to over-
come the hurdles constantly being placed in the way.
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Resisting the urge to give in to the pain filling my being,
writing and listening to music, wanting to overcome the
hurt, stinging and bruising being caused by an infection.
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Recording every detail and incident in this lifetime,
not wanting to fall prey to lies or illusions, want-
ing only to deal with truth and facts.
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Reliving picturesque landscapes in memories of our
yesterdays, hoping to recapture some of the good
feelings that came between our loving.
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Rhythms dancing through intellect, enjoying moments of
recognition as they become known, striving to continue
through days of living with turmoil and stress.
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Relaxing in the palms of God's hands like a small child,
helpless and alone, trusting in Him to bring relief from
this pain of living an earthly life.
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Frolicking in fields of pleasure and satisfaction,
finding a calmness covering my being, spreading
peace throughout.
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Standing in the rain, tears silently falling from eyes
of blue, green, gray, feeling the loneliness of being
human.
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Wandering this planet alone, searching for love and
companionship without being hurt by another, seeming
to be of no use.
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