RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Past Silhouettes


Silhouettes of the past flow before my sight giving me food for thought as I remember what used to be when young.
A photographic memory, everything is relived over and over again throughout life without ending.
Seeing, feeling intensely, all of it forever, is a gift and at times a curse worse than death.
Living for peace, going within and finding peace through deepest contemplation hidden inside.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

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  • Susan Lacovara (6/12/2014 9:33:00 AM)

    Like little mantras...I instill in myself your delicate words, carrying pockets full of hope with me as I enter today. Wonderful tools, these words. PEACE (Report) Reply

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