RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silencing effects of death berate me, holding onto my
being, recreating loss again and again through life.

Recesses in my mind opening and closing, not really
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Reaching into the darkness, not knowing what I'll find
there, being numb, no feelings being felt as I quietly
follow an inner desire of curiosity to it's end.
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For years, working day and night, double and triple
shifts whenever asked to.

Hours spent in caring for those in the men's and
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Squeezing the life of our interior spirituality,
stress and suffering not able to hurt or damage
it in any way, shape or form.
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Blue skies gathering their skirts around them as
they step over and into a flowing river beneath
them.
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Testing mercurial waters, wanting to enter into
them without any fears, watching their silvery
surface ripple in response to entering and diving
below into it's deepest depths.
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Puppy dog eyes sadly looking, watching people pass
by, never noticing it's loneliness, never seeing
it's hungry heart wanting love and to be petted.
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Squared angles hanging from the ceiling, formed from
equations upon a blueprint, denoting structures of
some sort.
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Nature standing outside my window, beckoning,
inviting, and beautiful.

Cacti blooming flowers on their tips, yellow,
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Recognizing the purity of life in children, seeing a
total innocence in their daily lives.

Such excitement for everything, playing with all their
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