RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Salted Tears Of Dust - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life begins and ends with a cry of unexpected disappointment.
Thrilling to voices surrounding self inside, intimidated by
them once you are born.
Essence of being is kept hidden, deeply buried in prisms of unglorified love until your death.
Painstakingly acquiescent throughout enduring stresses of life, quixotically hesitant in respect to adverse circumstances.
Beautifully held, quietly admired from afar, taken in curious
glances stealingly persistent and unhurried hesitance.
Withering with placating reminders, storage of memories - past
and present - focus into the future with salted tears.
Many times pressed into a powder, a dust, to be blown away with
age and distaste.
Conquering liabilities daily, setting up paths leading to
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