RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Losing Ourselves - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Speaking of funny episodes in life through lyrics
Climbing and soaring above effervescent clouds,
always hovering above us in certain stages of life.
Losing ourselves at times amid constant turmoil
and injustice in this world.
Forgiving and holding hands, throwing in the towel,
an ever-changing atmosphere, because we are only
frail human beings.
Never finding our meanings because they are always
altering and turning us inside out.
Having our share of blame, we all at one time or
another decide to raise hell.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You