Seeing Clearly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing Clearly



Living on edges of life, always looking out and about,
seeing everything clearly, sometimes wishing I didn't.

Yet, that is the way this mind works, a curse and a
blessing at the same time.

Praying for some peace, finding it within as I continue
to write poetry only.

At least I have some reprieve from this difficult and
boring life.

Friday, July 31, 2015
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