RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Share Of Sorrow - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Curtains of reprisal fold themselves over into my
mind as I walk away.
Down a road I've made for self alone, doing what
I want without exception.
Bearing burdens with a stiff upper lip, carrying
more than my share of sorrow, all of it in silence.
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