RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leaving behind a life never wanted, finding the way to a better
life alone, meeting people, conversing, feeling what it means
to be human once again.
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Mind wandering down paths of yesterday, searching, but finding
that life has been wasted all these years, having been forsaken
time and again because of a man's perverted sense of self and sex.
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Ridding self of all the emotional turmoil and hatred that's been
mounting throughout the years, getting rid of the anger, pain
and hurt of being raped at last.
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Decorating an interior mind with delicate pictures of balance
and creativity, producing many portraits of success in life.

Stretching beyond imagination into inner dimensions of ingenuity,
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Moving slowly at first then suddenly forging into a new mode
of thinking, one that had been lying in this mind awaiting
recognition through a poetical interlude.
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Racing through measures of time, thoughts flowing generously
into funnels of rhythms, acting like whirlwinds, touching
down at intervals in order to spew their ideas onto land-
scapes of expertise.
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Invisibly feeling an intense emotion overpowering within,
pushing energy into sublime dimensions, watching as it
explodes into colors of sound as it lifts spirits interiorly.
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Processing life through coded rhythms, defining meanings and
definitions of survival in a tumultuous world filled with
evil and corruption.
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Living in depths of mourning throughout the years,
going about necessary duties and errands, mind
always swimming in sorrow.
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Pointed ideas are poking through the mist of sadness, insist-
ing on being thoughtfully heard and expressed, eventually -
hopefully, being written down in poetry.
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