Reality's Tarpits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reality's Tarpits



Climbing heights, soaring into the atmosphere with a freedom held closely inside.
Avoiding all the stance and opinions of others buried in themselves, unable to see the day as it is.
Instead, floundering on edges of eternity not knowing which direction to take so as not to fall into tar pits of reality.

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