RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wriggling inside, nervous energy squirming around, allowing for all the stress going on today - it's pretty mild.
So far every avenue is filled with blockages, preventing me from giving in and resting deep in contemplation.
Far into my mind I delve and dive, attempting to bring myself into a somewhat relaxed mode.
Life must be slowed down so I can remember what it's like to be smart again because of memory problems plaquing and suffocating my intellect.
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Finally allotting songs to inner turmoil from yesterday's thoughts.
Coming together with widened tones, supporting all voices heard.
Whispers fall and rise as wisdom of ages flows from ancient songs.
Silencing benefits of all reminders left in images of my mind.
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