RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Raising and lowering the fever pitch of intense mind images,
chasing some around space inside, trying to get a good look
at them.
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Climbing the mountain of sexual abuse, going to the top to
survey the ruins of childhood, needing a patient friend to
walk alongside, giving support when needed, when past
memories become too much alone.
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Reaching out across a span of time, emptiness fills every-
thing.

Always soothing echoes of the past, life floats by, never
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Riding around, trying to lose myself in another dimension,
failing hopelessly, driving late into the night.

With no destination, no one to talk with, trying desperately
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Tattoos hotly screaming messages onto tender sensitive flesh,
echoing the sickness of man's mental status and turmoil.

Physically abhorrent, eyes turning away from the pictures
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Vacationing in the presence of an interior mind, finding
peaceful dreams that only a being of poetry can have.

Only wanting to be where rhythms of life will enfold and
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Wringing this heart in quiet solace of a sorrow that has
been borne within.

Knowing nothing in the beginning, acquiring knowledge and
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Resisting temptations in life, quietly resolving to keep
totally to self, a feat in itself, because of the large
family I come from.
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Racing into another moment, head up, seeking knowledge that
eludes you throughout life.

Wanting to find answers and solutions to the essence of
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Wanting to prepare for another particular rhythm to enter
outer labyrinths and abysses of this mind.

Completing and totally absorbing beauty that I'm creating
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