RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking up South Mountain with my eyes, remembering each
path that I have walked, having them memorized.

Wanting to be able to do it again, mind turns to crying,
...

Trying to be open and honest in all I have left to do is
easy, filling me with peace and lifting a heavy burden
from my shoulders.
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Music playing softly, flutelike, through my mind, touching
chords of memories, forgotten back in time.

Fearlessly tip-toeing over them, loving and holding them
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Like an important paper hidden in a book,
a mind hides memories.

Love stirs without a reason, sadness fills
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Authority running throughout life, giving orders that aren't
liked.

Forever getting in the way, of course you must find a way
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Scribbling across the sky of my mind, not knowing what
I'll find in it's colorful mess.

Playing as a musical score, feelings flowing out into
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Wondering if anyone ever goes home to the way it
used to be.

Or is that only in some twilight zone, made up
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Chasing an illusion through time, not wanting to come
close or even touch it.

Being - just enough to want, yet remaining as foreign
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Shooting bullets into space, sometimes hitting the right
target, other times, hitting makeshift ideas of where
they might go.
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Crawling around the clouds, looking for something to do,
searching for answers, but not following through.

Nothing is the way it seems on the surface, inside just
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