Stressed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stressed



Stressed to the maximum, inner peace needs to be recharged,
fighting with computer glitches and redoing formats gets
on even steel nerves after a while.

Walking away, grabbing a Walkman and poetry journal to ease
the strain for a little while.

Enjoying the warmth of this day, listening to baroque music
and writing stress into oblivion, sitting back for a moment
feeling inner peace slowly being restored.

Saturday, August 16, 2014
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