RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Formulating ideals, questions, intellect, grasping
cognitive answers waylaid from yesteryear.
Unenlightened heresy, aware of retaliatory self-
deception and self-delusion.
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Taking steps, entering the twilight of life, no longer
wanting to put up with an abusive husband.

Looking for a way to escape this horrendous situation,
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Riding his motorcycle, sitting up so straight and tall,
seeming so unapproachable, not like himself at all.

Charging up and down the roads in the afternoon sun,
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Stormy waters churning downward to their final destination,
oblivious to all who do not seek answers from within.

Taking part in whatever comes along, yet never interested
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Wanting to feel vibrations of music, immersing self totally
under the spell of rhythm upon my soul.

Feeling the intense emotional drain consuming and drawing
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Being alive on highways of midnight, leaving daylight far
behind, soaking in it's own heat.

Finding an emptiness being fulfilled with unconditional
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Dangers of life are focused away from us as we nonchalantly
cavort and play.

Signaling the utmost in undue contemplation, we free our-
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Separating life like an egg white from it's shell,
separating self from feelings jumbled up inside.

Stepping outside the fabric of being, turning
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Reaching inwards where all of life exists within our souls,
watching how it continues beating along with rhythms of
another life, lived for moments in eternity.
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Particles of life flowing through rhythms, taking us to
farther sides of melodies, giving us the energy to stride
forward.
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