RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Somewhere along the way finding self, after drifting
along on waves of life, not caring where ending up.
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Wanting to wake up, having a hard time coming around.

Caught in the crossfire, not understanding, feeling
awful, yet this mind is ready to write into the
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Everywhere you search, love has already been found
and formed into something beautifully handcrafted.

Exquisitely hand-painted and given freely in spite
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Magical forests of clouds stretching farther than our
eyes can see are silent, still, not moving about,
there is no breeze right now.
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Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
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Grayful aging, gently pushing us forward to a final
destination into a space of life's chess board.
Waking latent desires at fate's curbsides we limply
hold on to what we can't give away.
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Like lightening to a bug, my world is transformed into
another place.
Life is worn inside out, filled with doubt and
insecurity.
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Skirting edges of remorse, tears hide behind clouds of
unknowing despair.
Wallowing in worry-filled aisles of truth, carefully
stopping to step around moments of saddened discourse.
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Traveling down a road of unending pathways,
subconsciously selecting ones least traveled
upon.
Preferring to see natural wonder and beauty,
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