RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quietly reticent, unfamiliar with a sense of relief,
trying to penetrate the barrier of despair always in
existence.
Stating facts of cancer's presence, calculating the
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Continually rising above all catastrophes on earth,
not letting anything stand in the way of writing daily.
Even on a death bed, words will flow out.
Loving to see what I'm writing as it forms in pictures
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Silence filling me as I watch interiorly on a screen.
Tears falling gently into a pool of atypical moderation,
sinking hurriedly into deep sections of personality,
closing off everyone else.
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Gently touching strings of my interior mind, blended with
subconscious dreams, bringing to fruition, an atmosphere
I can handle, becoming my purpose in spite of other people.
Listening carefully to other-worldly thoughts, seeking me
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Dreams floating above on clouds, billowing white and dainty,
soothing my mind continually.
Freshening my moods and attitudes with a clarity not seen
before.
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Clouds crowding out blue sky,
heading to a destination no one
on earth can tell.
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Staring into murky waters, dull with age.
Barely moving, ripples lazily floating
downstream.
Thoughts alight upon a fallen leaf,
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Still and quiet, nothing bothering me this morning, just
copying the mail as we CB'ers say on our radios.

Yes, a CB'er for many years now, Lady Phoenix is my handle,
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Hanging head, shoulders drooping, sadness filling spaces of
grief left behind after attending funerals of loved ones.

Tears falling, choking life, wishing to go back in time and
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