RoseAnn V. Shawiak İdentity Poems

Simple walking through an imaginational forest, feeling its purity and goodness as nature envelopes a being in waves of wonder and curiosity.

Flowing with a purpose, never failing to be in an interior field of spirituality as energy flows freely, taking images into a photographic memory.
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Above us on another floor, standing against a window
looking out, saddened by its plight, stuck indoors
instead of being outside with the rest of nature.
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Frightening aspects of identity crowding closely inside,
removing memories and laying them side by side.

Flattened out, appearing to be pictures, once in a while
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Soothing music, pulling me along on a floating cloud
from within an inner universe, hiding, keeping my
identity a secret so not having to join in with other
people all around me.
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Patterns of extreme decoration fall upon my sight as I sit in a book, writing away my heart in deference to an unwielding manner of sophistication.
Understanding much more than is being said, hurting, maiming a little ego of a child forever hidden within.
Secluded from an entire lifetime, sequestered in folds of yesterday's misery and faulty thinking.
Solitary openings into nether worlds even shut themselves before I can enter, trying to escape this inferno of undeniable hell on earth.
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A sadness beginning to sink into me,
taking me down into depths of silence.
Wanting me to feel it's pain and write
it out so I can see it all in detail.
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