RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Secretly hiding within,
riding on clouds of interior identity.
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Lights shining hesitantly, waiting for the review given by
night in dark spaces.
Giving up all the little things in life just to be able to
go beyond it without any worries or further problems.
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Filled with apprehension and disquieting doubts,
pushing forward anyway.
Setting aside fears, relying on an inner courage
I don't quite feel just yet.
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Asking for no assistance, running through days with strong
resistance, hoping to pass all daily routines with the
least amount of stress.
Going along, attempting to do the impossible, letting go
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Delving into memory's storage boxes, searching for ideas,
reciting old poetry.
Mixed together with piles of faded images, selecting and
choosing certain thoughts is, at times, very difficult.
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Watching the sky grow dark,
catching shadows of tree branches in my mind.
Capturing the essence of evening in a precious memory,
kept divinely out of sight so as not to be destroyed
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Dark places, hiding on a carousel, taunting with it's silent
mystery and bright lights.
Forgetting to be careful, rushing into black corners before
thinking.
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Deep inside where all is quietly still,
turmoil churns unmercifully, untended
and yearning for a voice.
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Holding at bay, all those who wish to speak with me today.
There is no inclination or readiness to do so.
Being hurt so often, being defamed constantly by someone
who is jealous of who I am and where I'm going.
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