RoseAnn V. Shawiak Trust Poems

Living life fully only to die in the end, never knowing how long
we have on this earth, doing whatever we must to make it last as
long as we can.
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Winds shaking trees within it's gripping clutches,
throttling their long necks, causing them to jerk
and twist about.
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Liquefying thoughts, flowing downhill like waterfalls in the mountains.
Serenely coasting, floating upon life's waters, never latching onto anything, knowing that it will only be taken from me.
Living an existence in hollow emotion, deciding every moment spontaneously, never leaving chances to become what I must before my dying day.
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Placing trust in others shouldn't happen,
because they will waylay it somewhere along the way.
Mistrusting every motive is a necessary beatitude in life.
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Life is constantly changing, death takes people we love,
the rest of us are left to grieve, life folding over in
an intense sorrow.
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Dancing on shores of loneliness, inner sadness bounces
along upon waves of reckoning.

Motives drowning beneath the salty water, reprieve is no
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Wishing that I had had a husband who was gentle and kind,
feeling secure in his loving arms, knowing that is the
type of love fitting with a wild untamed Sicilian woman.
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Riding around, listening to conversations had and remembered
with no problem.

Anger hiding just inside, but held in check, knowing friends
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Silently dancing in dreams of a nighttime fantasy,
loving being held.

Slowly feeling your heartbeat beating the melody
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Trust is sometimes misplaced in this lone earthly life,
not trusting another for that would take away from what's
been placed silently on sidewalks of a difficult past.
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Restlessly moving quietly through intellect, touching upon
mystical qualities of an interior spiritual life, loving
meant for we two my love.
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Watching men in life constantly lose control, cheat,
lie and deceive the ones they claimed to love with
all their hearts, then go out with other women.
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Listening to talk in the room, feeling pain of lucid
thinking, as people create false sensations of trust
with one another.
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Knocking at the door of my heart,
wanting it to open and let others in.
Never doing so, because there is no
longer any trust within me.
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Promises made and never kept were to a photographic mind, lies told to a child because the person who promised never did remember what they told a child they would do.

Feeling slighted and lied to, abandoned, no way to shake the supposed distrust that kept being brought out in a little child's mind.
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