RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Deep inside where all is quietly still,
turmoil churns unmercifully, untended
and yearning for a voice.
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Holding at bay, all those who wish to speak with me today.
There is no inclination or readiness to do so.
Being hurt so often, being defamed constantly by someone
who is jealous of who I am and where I'm going.
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Cantering to classical music, enjoying it's divine company
in my present state of sadness.
Folding all thoughts, gathering them to me, wishing to
hold them always.
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Beating out the rhythm of nature in quiet solitude, no mistakes to worry about.
Jumping quickly back and forth through levels and dimensions of
untoward imagination.
Adopting different stances, correcting attitudes as they
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Tears draped over shoulders of remorse,
tenderly and gently holding grief
together so I will not fall apart.
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Looking askance as people walk by,
not wishing to acknowledge their
presence because I want to write
and listen to music without
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Deep down, into depths of my interior,
I hide from life and those around me.
Listening to the words I need to hear
from myself, heeding no one else's.
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Thoughts of another are disturbing as they whittle and
undermine confidence.
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Regret - there are too many.
They cannot be shared because
the broken strings were left
lying there.
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