RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,271 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Limits Of Being Human - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me
soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I
exist.

Being free and independent, taking life in stride as
I continually sit and write poetry, sublime and pro-
found at times, even surprising myself.

Never being in a box, having broken out of all bound-
aries and limits when just a child, always questioning
the whys and wherefores of everything.

Not believing anything that others tell me with their
narrow minds and opinions kept strapped tightly and
firmly within their absent-minded hearts.

Not ever wanting to be like the, taking everything be-
yond what it seems to be, always surprised to find that
I'm right when looking beneath the surface.

Feeling a tremendous amount of self-assurance, yet
knowing that I'm not always right, never doubting self,
just knowing the actual limits of being a human being.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016



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