RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Beating of my heart keeping time with rhythms of life, being
played through harmonies and melodies, standing forever in
this mind.
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Different types and varieties of music are lifting spirits
into tides of oceanic waves, crashing right this moment.

Following beats rhythmically, taking steps needed to sit
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Every time you come near or get close, I run away, afraid to
take the risk of loving you.

Rejection is just too hard to take from anyone, it's never
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Reaching forward, seeing the value of insight without
being told to.

Searching tablets and screens of our minds for a way
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Rasping against heartstrings of life, stretched beyond an
endurance of inner strength, tugging and pulling elastically
into outer parts of yesterday's mires.
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Walking on the edge, not knowing what to expect, leaves an
expectant waiting as if something is to be born and we know
not when, how or why.
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Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that
my son will be in,

Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs
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Living on a highway of this mind, realizing every motion
is going forward, never stopping in the middle of traffic.

Listening to rhythms of tires, as they roll over asphalt
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Having appointments with Dr. L. just once a month now,
hoping to keep improving, yet knowing that I am not,
is a travesty to this mind of mine.
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Shouting out to the world, wanting to shower it with inner
poetry, portraying life in many forms and sentences, giving
off their own essence in the simple country ways of the
desert.
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