RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to inner voices of emotion, turning over years of images so I may remember the pain that others have caused in my life.
Most of it was needlessly heaped upon me by thoughtless, uncaring people - some strangers.
Even family members, at times, carelessly hurting without thinking.
Life is painful enough without others adding their own insecurities and issues -
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Easing into patterns of solitude, expressing emotions on paper for all to see and identify with.
Quiet attitudes rise to the surface, bringing with them a new resolve to attack and change whatever surrounds me by other people's ineptitude.
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Careening down pathways,
running to meet melodic harmonies
as they tickle my brain with
insidious feelings.
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Sticking to an inner energy, finding my way through a crippling nightmare, enfolding my individual being.
Never letting it alter my interior self, I continue as I am on a lone path of life, discarding those who try to interfere and ruin my life.
Letting them know that my life will never be theirs - it is only mine to have and hold.
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Watching, looking at those in power, lording it over unsuspecting people in their care.
Abusing in every circumstance so they can stand aloof and not bother to do their duties.
Work ethic and pride in what they do is entirely non-existent.
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Thousands of miles away from reality,
tucked in to my imagination - a refuge
in times of difficulty and adverse stress
caused by others who are incompetent.
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Beautiful lilting melodies strumming themselves into my intellect, quieting the tenseness being caused by certain people in my life.
Walking away, closing the doors of my mind to them, delving instead, into myself, finding strength God has given me to make it through this earthly life.
Grabbing all ideas as I search thoroughly for the traditional faith left me by my parents.
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Lonely stances in life are a good place to keep your sanity while everyone around you is going insane and trying to take you with them.
Hold on to all you are, never letting anyone take even an iota from your intellectual being.
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Looking out into nature, the only respite I get from my room.
Watching wind blow leaves and limbs.
Shaking their fragile beings, waking them from an evening's sleep to greet the new day with a breath of fresh air.
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