RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 13,675 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Particles Of Life


Stomping down on particles of advice given to me on how
to write their way.

Why when I have innate talent to dictate how I write
already.

It irks me to think other people know better than me how
to write and use my gifts to express what I'm thinking
and feeling.

It all comes from within me, no one else, therefore I'll
continue doing what I know is the best way for me.

Living the essence of my passion with out deterring from
it's purpose in life for me alone.

Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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  • Bronze Star - 6,614 Points Amitava Sur (3/31/2014 9:24:00 PM)

    Your hunger for reaching the excellency is expressed here boldly through -
    It irks me to think other people know better than me ... well said (Report) Reply

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