RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Loving Being Thrown About - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Never having to join in because I'm always writing
and doing my own thing.
Music taking me through loneliness, sickness, sorrow
Riding emotional waves like ones formed by a hurricane,
never losing hope, being tossed to and fro.
Sinking, drowning, floating to deepest rhythms of being,
loving the way I'm thrown about on the ocean's surface.
Not caring one bit if my hair is messed up or not, just
having fun, enjoying every moment in life.
Riding the waves, feeling movements of turmoil running
beneath the waves.
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