RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Not being able to get out of the hospital and go to the cafe to listen
to music for two weeks now.
Feeling saddened by this predicament and wanting to be extracted from it as soon as possible.
Wandering up and down interior pianos, poetry wanting to be expressed in talented voices, singing karaoke in the night.
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Tomorrow's fate is hanging by a thread, dangling in my mind, playing a game of dare just to see what, if anything, will happen.
Watching it's little scary retreat from the edge of life, knowing it won't go by itself into outer boundaries without an inner parachute attached to it's being.
Filling a mind with a variety of uneclipseable moments, traveling into canyons, looking up at the walls, scaling them with an intellect for surpassing it's previous visions.
Visiting all manner of inner sights, keeping everything locked in chests of precious metals from above.
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Memories of Christmas gifts after Mom died, no happiness or smiles hiding inside.
Tinsel flowing down the tree like tears down my face.
Shutting my heart and closing it's doors forevermore, or so I thought.
Son's joy and laughter on Christmas morn reminded me that I was still alive although it never felt like it again.
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Collecting rhythms as they fall upon my ears, staking their claim
in my mind.
Creating poems in written times, giving many thoughts an escape
into better routes of sensations.
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Recognizing faces, listening to conversations, laughing gently inside cups of coffee.
Withstanding onslaughts of many rumors and the reasons for them.
Caving in to mysterious findings as life expressions continue to be allocated throughout the night.
Everyone begins to talk to one another, slowly becoming friends from a distance, soon to be trudging life together as a close-knit family.
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Feeling the pain of youth and it's abandonment, even now, no comfort or person to make it better.
Living a life of hell and no one even knowing it is happening.
A twisted view of all that is supposed to be good, burning it's memories into the brain forever.
Countering the darkness with a turning away from life's edges, retreating forever back then.
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Enjoying tones and sounds of so many songs, filling everyone with gentle laughter at the lyrics being sung with joy and expression.
Living colors showing their expanse of fun as the cheer spreads throughout the night and continues to follow everyone home to bed.
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Softly, shallowly hiding the disappointments life has thrown upon my mind.
Reaching deeper into caverns of my brain, allowing light to shine upon the sadness, glistening with tears in the corners of my mind.
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