RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waddling, rolling, hobbling,
down a hallway in a rehab center,
hoping to get stronger so they can
all go home where they are
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Wide awake, yet dreaming of happier times
with friends at the center.
Talking, laughing, sharing with one another,
life's little moments of joy.
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Seeing visions in prisms of life, figuring out their images hidden within beautiful colors of the rainbow.
Solitary thoughts momentarily colliding and untangling, becoming ideas of visionary people.
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Noticing different details as they come into realistic designs of nature.
Settling on rich and vibrant tones with musical patterns of exotic sounds, written down in verdant pastures of verse.
Touching aspects of imagination's images with purposeful intent and decisive action.
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Lying in a wakeful dream, wondering how it feels to be myself in this twisted darkness of fate.
Wanting to forget the world and it's trials as I grow older, hoping the stairs to enlightenment are in front of me.
Lying here in a wakeful dream, mind thinking of many options open to me, wondering how life is going to feel in the future of my destiny.
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Hidden in a corner of life, not wanting to become part of it because of all the turmoil being caused by other people.
Twisting and turning, wanting to avoid facing anything right now.
Looking out into the darkened distance at other sides of twilight as it holds a fascination within my mind.
Wandering through a variety of entrances and exits, sauntering down vacant lots, just to see what is there.
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Walking around in nighttime air, listening to sounds reaching my ears from around the neighborhood.
Creating new memories with the fragrance of heavenly gardens, allowing generous periods of decisive reasoning.
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Reality biting me hard,
causing facilitation of pain and nausea to keep attacking me,
which is causing concern because I want to get out of the hospital and on my way to rehab and home.
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Solemnly thinking, way deep inside, searching for something that continues to elude me, time after time.
Considering every avenue, wondering why nothing comes into sight where I can visualize it and make sense out of it.
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Stars forming in my mind,
shining their wonder down upon me from afar.
A joining of spirits, giving me something to
look forward to every night when the sun goes down.
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