RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Born Again - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
This world strips away peace and happiness with grief and
sadness, taking us into depths of poverty of the soul.
Peculiar and absorbing, soaking up our lives like a sponge
when put into water, wanting something to grasp onto, yet
the world has stripped it all from us it seems.
Hoping to get something back, living for possibilities that
maybe some hidden expectations will become fruitful filling
our lives with an exhilaration of unconditional love.
Picking us up and giving a reason to live, much like being
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