RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

7: 10 p.m.
Staring into the starlit night from windows of my soul,
touching rhythms, focusing on their mentality.
Leaving thoughts lying quietly in their beds, watching
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7: 07 p.m.
Yesterday's memories falling out all over themselves,
wanting to be seen first.
Allowing the images to line up and unite, giving in
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7: 14 p.m.
Moonbeams shining down upon me as I sit in my back yard,
thinking about life and how I've had to adjust to it's
various demands.
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7: 20 p.m.
Calmly sitting back, listening to music as it saunters
into my mind, displacing sorrow and suffering and
placing an amount of joyful delight at my disposal
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7: 24 p.m.
Finding pathways, following them into darkened areas of a forest,
freeing my being from all the stress of living today.
Taking avenues apart and lifting self into heights of unbelievable
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Sentiments gathering in circles of friends and family.

All the memories of a lifetime become a video in my
head, that I write from the inside out and become my
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Crying so deeply, hurting beyond words, a lonely figure
of a human being.
Startled, afraid to move out of my circumference, afraid
of being hurt again.
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Thoughtfully appreciating the presence of family and
friends as I die slowly inside.
Hurting intensely, keeping time in ribbons and lace,
holding onto rhythms as I slide into the invisible
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Looking through windows, watching images of grandchildren
as they grow before my very eyes.
Enlightening visions giving me pause, wondering what life
will bring in nights of starlight beaming upon me from
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Lighthouses shining, brilliantly lighting up
the furthest corners of my mind.
Never letting the darkness cover me completely,
standing away from the black curtains, always
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