Silent And Incomplete
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Handling life in tiny increments that are easier to
deal with in the long run, pasting together aspects
of being, hoping that they will become whole again
through faith and prayer.
Silent and incomplete, watching, finding that I can
no longer be reached, having gone inside of intellect,
hiding and trying to find a space of inner safety that
is needed so very badly.
Realizing that others are always trying to put me
down, because they have no understanding or compassion
for the sensitive person I truly am, living in an
interior creative world of imagination.
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