RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Balustrades of life's stairways take me above into
realms of ingenuity and purpose where I can roam
and make a difference whenever I want to
Concise limitations have no hold on me as boundaries
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Difficult times help you regain your composure after
you've been spent in crying many months long.
Lifting your head, looking around, life seems to come
back into focus after awhile.
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Living in a dream, wandering down aisles of life,
choosing patterns of simplicity for a future destiny.
Never knowing final outcomes of fate until we have
died.
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Diversity lies in piles of leaves,
awaiting recognition from anyone.
Disguised as prejudice, being
raked across yards of darkness,
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Hopping, living, twisting into hopes of sunshine
brightly taking life-time accomplishments into
the next century.
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Gliding along glaciers of sorrow, fulfilling the
iciness of death's embrace around my heart
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Longing for days of closeness, bringing together
family and friends.
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Keeping a running tally inside of rhyming musical
schemes, allowing a sensitive freedom to continue
to develop.
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Eyes of light watching sadness dissipate as scenes
of Christmas mangers fill front yards and interior
tables of honor.
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Reservations of indiscriminate methods continue down
roads of belonging, ushering in new deliberations for
tomorrow.
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