Folding My Heart
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Resisting temptations of sorrow knocking at my door,
not wanting to feel it's tears drowning me right now.
Realizing that it is going to fill me with emotions
that will come pouring out, eyes filled with teardrops.
All of them waiting to drench my heart in their grief,
folding my heart protectively over while writing.
Incessantly completing poems throughout intellectual
thoughts, keeping it from throwing me into it's mire.
Loneliness and abandonment that always follow when I
allow them to take over my mind.
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