RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Falling over steps in life,
too steep to climb up them.
Staying on landings where it's safer,
never moving into realms of fulfillment.
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Raining in imagination's depths, purifying all manner of suffering in life.
Scratching letters in the mud, telling of the many ideas coming down with the rain.
Awesome pictures, filled with hopes in tomorrow's fate, closer than anyone thinks.
Reaching out, feeling the rain pour down upon me, awakening my soul to life again.
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Fighting to resume my life, with every ounce of stubborness within me.
Doing my best to heal from all the medical problems of this past year, especially.
Walking upright, mind being held by a deepened faith, delving constantly into musical interludes, developing poetry.
Always wanting to be there so I can live in the hope of promises made by our Lord before I was born.
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Two people singing about love being lost, crying over it's death.
Associated with a deepening of loss, touching us with a saddened song, being sung for everyone who has lost someone in their lives.
A steady rhythm being placed in hearts of many as they are brought to their knees in hopes of reviving the love they so desperately wanted.
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Snowing into imagination,
shaking foundations of music.
Crawling notes, holding on for
dear life as a woman shakily sings,
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Settling into an aura of complacent peace, watching those around me with curiosity and wonder of who they really are within.
Spirits lifting together, bringing us all into meadows of friendship where we can be ourselves and enjoy one another's company.
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Partying with red solo cups in mind, holding glasses up in their tribute.
A mighty fine party with many happy people being lifted, with spirits flying high into the room tonight.
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Running in place as he sings another song, little Alex, singing in his quiet, shy voice, happy to be recognized for who he is, and doing what he loves in this world.
A wonderful spirit, taking it's place in the annals of future history, giving himself the confidence needed to get along in this life.
Blooming in his young days, fulfilling God's promise through his essential essence in a purpose found early in life.
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Sitting here with life still alive within, knowing the day will come when I'll only be able to remember life the way it was, before these last years are through.
Tears softening their bittersweet memories over time so they can be remembered and lived with continually til the end when my pen is put to rest.
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