RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Surreptitiously searching for a place to call my own,
wondering interiorly if it will ever happen in my lifetime.
There's never been a space for me, its always been taken
away time and again.
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Surrounding me with a sadness, expounding laments single file,
taking me on a journey of explicit grief.
Not caring how I can handle it, just piling it upon my heart
and mind, burying me beyond grave markers, nearer to the sun
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Looking into puddles, watching reflections shimmer in a morning breeze.
Seeing ripples of brown mud lying at the bottom of another puddle,
looking like it's moving, but in reality it's not.
Noticing branches on a tree, gnarled, brittle, dead.
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Lengthening shadows hiding me behind death's near doors,
letting me slowly disperse and disappear beyond life and
its unsound reality.
Taking with me, all senses, picturesque and photographic
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Riding down the mountains in a tour bus, on our way home,
getting caught behind a wide load truck and being forced
to drive real slow behind it.
Going through mountains, rising high into the atmosphere
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Rocks gathering themselves into small
remote castles of nature's abode,
hiding and protecting animals, reptiles
and insects with unreserved compassion
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Clouds stretching across a blue sky,
trying to cover it without success
on one side of me.
Yet, on the other side, there's not
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Jaded green desert, lush with vegetation
from several rain storms.
Beautiful to behold, touching my soul so
gently, tenderly with hope, that I feel
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Sauntering into periods of loneliness,
taking empty promises and heartaches as
they pull me into saddened corners of grief.
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Seething inside, afraid to speak for I may hurt someone's feelings
unintentionally and I don't want that to happen.
Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions I
don't want to go.
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