RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rummaging through imagination, looking over all the ideas it
has thought of through the years.
Finding it fascinating, how they were born and brought out in
writing.
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Like a broken butterfly, I flutter sideways,
trying to lift myself up.

Exhausting me time after time, yet I continue
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Buried in a morass of sickened sadness,
unable to keep awake for very long.
Eyes closing, nodding head, mind fading.
Shaking my head in an attempt to stay
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Reaching beyond the scope of tragedy, grasping onto faith,
hoping to pull through it all.
Thinking of all the realities that can happen, discarding
each one in hopes of having none of them.
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Doing crosswords, one after another,
just like writing poetry -
keeping my mind vibrant and alive.
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Being ready to meet life head on again,
very soon I hope.
Wanting to get back to the computer,
entering poetry contests and hopefully
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Frozen tears being held back, afraid to thaw or melt,
because the pain in my heart will do the same and
I'll feel it soak completely into my being.
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Easy going, feeling better, swaying with the music and
calming all frazzled nerves of the past three and a half
months of hell.
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Scissor-like, cutting through images in visions I don't
want to see right now.

Everything is fine - they'll never really disappear
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Forming conclusions based on facts, set in stones of imagination, focusing on those that I prefer.
Those that are most likely to help people who've
toiled and faced hardship all of their lives.
Knowing now, how the poor can be helped tremendously
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