RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Parent's Dismay - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Swinging in trees, holding on to branches and letting
go, feeling the scary feelings of falling, yet being
excited at the same time by them.
Feeling like a dare devil, always pushing the envelope,
much to my parent's dismay, wanting to feel the
adrenaline rush through me, as I jumped from planes,
soared, propelled up the front of sheer mountain walls,
always attuned to what was flowing through me.
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