RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Late night at Brookshire's, sitting and having coffee,
wondering all alone.

Nothing will befall these sagging shoulders for they
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Pressure building in this head, filling it with pain for a
few minutes and then lessening until the next time.

Wondering why all the world has gone gray, sitting in the
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Crying silently, deeply within, searching for a memory with
a face, there is none, only feelings and changes of a body to accommodate a new little child.

Death is semi-real, there are no pictures to look at or show
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Spider webs against the sky, silky clouds traveling
slowly behind.

Leaves have fallen to the ground to make one last
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Silvery white moon, half-shining dimly in the morning sun,
sitting just a whisper-wind above the mountains, shyly
contemplating where to go for the rest of the day.
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Yellow flowers dancing in a cool, cool wind,
bees buzzing, filling the air with the sound
of their buzziness.
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Eating in an atmosphere of joy and laughter helps to
ease the pain brought on by loneliness and despair.

Brightening everyone around, waitresses and owners
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Singing of life and it's many losses throughout,
matching rhythms to tears.

Continuing to fall into depths of inner labyrinths
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Rain falling, washing away the pain always sitting within,
at least for a little while.

Getting a reprieve from it's intense sorrow, holding me
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Mind flying away with a bird, soaring into the atmosphere,
finding a gentle breeze getting beneath my wings.

Feeling the freedom and liberty of being myself, enjoying
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