RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mind strumming the guitar of my heart, placing me in hallways of yesterday's rhythms, giving all the pain I've felt through the years, words to process it and heal me.
Throughout the universe I've traveled in aisles of my mind, strumming the pain held inside through all these years.
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Genuflecting nicely on steps before the altar,
praying for peace, delving into depths of
organized serenity.
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Nature dreaming visions into versions of longtime
family events.

Searching through storehouses of interior imagination
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Years of experience holding one another,
stepping together in time over rough
roads of trials and strife.
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Timidly watching those around me, sensing their feelings
and mixed emotions, filing through hallways on rounds of
acquiescence.
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Aging settles within us, sapping our strength, knocking us for a loop when we have done just a little.
Holding on, looking around us, watching people in different stages - ones we have already been through.
Seeing various ways people use coping skills that are as varied as hundreds of boxes of crayons.
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Riding the train of life into future tracks of fate,
sensing derailments and crashes along the way.
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Striding along pathways made by others, choosing not
to follow their footsteps.
Instead, creating my own, walking where I imagine I
can go.
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Darkening lights, simmering in ebony twilight,
watching daylight disappear right before their
eyes.
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Fanning rhythms in succession, giving them a breath of fresh air as they sing from a voice, sitting and enjoying karaoke night.
All eyes upon her, listening carefully, knowing that their turns will be coming up soon.
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