RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stationary forms of balance precariously teeter on
the edge of sorrow's remorse.
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Late at night the world and all it's problems hides
beneath a blackened sky.
No stories to relate, no tears to impart, just the
sound of loneliness tearing me apart.
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Sitting in my favorite park, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Thinking of the cancer within, wondering why it had to be.
Fighting the urge to turn away and die, I stay and will
suffer through it as always.
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Realizing the depth of emotion and it's far-reaching
implications, squinching inside, afraid that it may
touch my conscious mind and send me reeling into an
inner space that cannot be handled.
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Green leaves like fresh ideas spreading thoughts
throughout my head, blessing this day with prayer and beauty.
Folding the tantalizing knowledge of nature between pages of
poetry, alighting in the wake of creative prose.
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Mind blowing across the
vast deserts of openness
and freedom.
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Scrambling for heights unknown in concave dimensions,
allowing the freedom of movement to expand and
encompass many directions, aspects, and facets
approaching death.
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Quiet calm taking over incessant waves of turmoil,
brewing beneath the icy surface.
Catamarans dipping and flying upon the turbulent surf,
afraid of holding on or turning loose the fragile
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Teen times, lonely times, a time of many faceted changes
and turmoil.
A lifetime crammed into a few years fraught with the pains
of misunderstanding.
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Cycling around my mind,
sensing nature reaching out
to me in gratitude of life-
giving ideas written down
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