RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Alone in a window, watching a strange environment.

Lonely as the chair being sat upon, there arrives a melancholy
state of mind.
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Reaching towards the unknown, hoping to find some
familiar voice or sound issuing forth.
Monkily playing on trees and ropes, awakening
basic instincts hidden inside.
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We talk through our eyes now, but one day soon, we will speak of many things to each other.
It will be difficult at first, like all things are, but it will surely happen because we are the same within.
Silently recognizing this - wanting to jump right in and discuss this thing - I am patient - waiting.
Only holding back right now so you can take the first step and let me know when to begin.
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Calmly recollecting truths of existence, threading them tightly in doilies of lace in hopes of tomorrow.
Scattered within lay traces of tears, hoping to exist
for more than a minute.
Lying uncomfortably in beds of woe, life dangles before
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At night when I look above and see just one tiny star in the eternal
universe, I realize how small and insignificant I am.
How little I know of life, myself and others.
Like that tiny star - I am just a minute piece of life.
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Playing lilting songs my soul sings in silent deepenings.
Practiced daily without coaching, resting or interruptions.
Flowering within, spreading to my mind, blossoming completely;
overflowing everywhere inside.
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Natural beauty fills all my senses, making them come alive
with vibrancy and verve.

Allotting time to single out what is surrounding me in
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Flowers breaking through a mind of thought,
blossoming with ideals and untried concepts.
Prepared for an onslaught of edited criticism
and narrow points of view; standing firm and
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Stars forming patterns in the blackened sky, shining
brightly so all can see their artwork hanging overhead.
Looking up as Michaelanglo must have done in the Sistine Chapel, wondering if he was good enough, even though the
proof that he was, stood right above him.
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Sliding between memories, hoping to avoid facing them for a while.
Standing back, taking a breather, getting away from the edge.
Feel a little easier inside.
Battling everyday monsters of life is stressful to say the least.
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