RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Moving along, watching, noticing trails that I am going
down.

Giving life a run for it's money, protesting evil,
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Wandering through pathways, searching for moments needed
to fulfill purposes on this earth.

Locating and finding the pieces of every puzzle in places
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Sliding comfortably into a rhythm of reflection, taking
me deeply along the straightaway, touching and being
touched by nature.
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Caustically sitting in a puddle of grief, not wanting
to be a part of anything.

Keeping quiet and ignoring all signs and signals from
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Lonely and bereft, taking self into a margin of life that
can barely be felt, yet it holds onto me for now.

Living in the sorrow of all yesterday's, yet still in the
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Deftly holding onto the reins as I ride into the desert
of my soul, watching signs along the way, shown to me
by nature.
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Funeral sorrow beseeching my heart to ease it's pain,
but this heart is drowning in sadness, not able to
overcome it.
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Incessantly existing in a blank space, creating
and writing my existence on pages of poetry.

Being alive, knowing feelings and emotions that
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Seeing nothing ahead, walking through darkness, feeling
my way, slowly stepping forward.

Talking within to my spirit, asking it to stay, finding
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Stressing my mind at times, letting it go to fend for
itself in this cruel and painful world.

Looking to religion, finding my way to God again and
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