RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sunshine freeing the totalness of me, allowing creativity
to blossom and spread it's wings.
Wrapping strings of imagination in varied styles, each
time creating new designs, patterns, and dimensions.
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Bound by prisons of people who think they know better than
I, pathways I must travel.

There aren't any shortcuts or roundabout ways to live life,
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Riding dusky trails of life in a melodious stupor quiets the soul, enables it to grow.
Outlasting the peacefulness of man, contemplation flows forth, sprouting everywhere.
Times of liveliness gather like moss around the north side of a tree,
penetrating and creating images for memories to grasp onto.
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Despondent, praying for release of feelings deeply embedded
in particles of grey matter.
Strung tightly, decorating thought, pulling it back out of
paths of sorrow, leaving no memories for tomorrow.
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Burying myself so as not to feel pain hiding just underneath
the surface.
Tears stinging my eyes, wanting me to release them from the
pain of despair.
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Searching within, tripping over piles of remembering,
dust-covered, unused, left over pages ripped from the
past.
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