RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Saturated beyond life, finding self in a field of irritation, left by a friend.
Accusing and blaming forever, just being so abusively determined to show me she's always right in everything she happens to do or say.
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Looking through a smokeless
haze at the world around us,
attempting to be a positive force
in it's circumference.
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Justification in life doesn't happen often,
usually you're left out in a freezing cold
desert with no where to turn.
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Many avenues of intellect are open to us all, we just have to keep our minds from closing it's door.
Wonder and beauty await us as we expand our imagination, especially in times of great stress or grief and bereavement.
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Tickling ivories of my mind, making me laugh, titillating imagination, creating a gentle humor to get through another day.
Lightened mood reigns in emotion, keeping it intellectual, away from tearful sorrow.
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Broken hearts, pieces scattered across the earth,
being stepped upon by uncaring, insensitive people
with no hearts of their own to speak of.
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Envelopes of sadness lie unopened, abandoned, left to their own demise.
Tearing them open is not in my plan, so I just glance at them now and then and walk away.
Finding some other way to ignore the sadness awaiting me beyond the doors I have closed upon them.
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Sensing a detrimental occurrence happening in the past as it drips into my soul without fear of being captured and thrown out.
Accepting it, testing and giving it expression helps to calm it down.
Being able to deal with it's feelings expressly in words written to expose all hidden aspects of whatever happens to be stepping out into the light of day - finally.
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