RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Tears smart and sting my eyes, pulling with them, heartstrings
sore and hurt.
Standing by mutely as the world walks past, not noticing any
individual or particular feeling.
Wishing for an outstretched hand or gentle hug, yet closing in
upon myself, afraid to ask for help.
Combined efforts of collected thoughts cannot seem to be
brought together long enough to make decisions.
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