RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing amidst confusion, relating self to a deep contemplation,
reaching entirely over my being.
Consoling my heart, touching my mind with whispers of heaven sent
straight to my soul.
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Time crosses edgewise over any type of terrain,
having no obstacles to bar the way.
Determined to exercise every thought in a
classical etude, taking motions to heart and
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Strumming my heart softly,
letting me feel melodies docile touch
as I turn towards its emotional content,
knowing full well that it will hit me into storms of thought, recalling every second counted in all my tomorrows.
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Falling desperately within, hiding away from reality,
not wanting to touch or reach it's depths.
Sadness filling up all the emptiness of life so far.
Stretching across my soul, pulling me apart, causing
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Living an existence without hope,
I sit in silent emptiness,
belonging to no one and hanging
onto empty promises.
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Weakened by devastation, trying to exist,
yet having a difficult time of it.
At times suffocating and praying for air.
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Listening to sad-hearted melodies,
jouncing along slowly,
not wanting to move or turn about,
wanting only to lie down and flow
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Nondescript illusions follow me at times through tunnels of yesterday, taunting me with images of frightening possibilities from past episodes of pain, abandonment, or humiliation.

Standing on sidelines, hoping to recover from their long-standing reminders one day, I continually advance towards my final day on earth, filled with family and writing.
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Wispy fingers scratching the sky
with whitened tones,
urging a new day to begin with the
sun growing ever stronger across
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Looking out a breezeway window,
peering down at a causeway filled
with flowing water and many koi.
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