Tunnels Of Yesterday
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Nondescript illusions follow me at times through tunnels of yesterday, taunting me with images of frightening possibilities from past episodes of pain, abandonment, or humiliation.
Standing on sidelines, hoping to recover from their long-standing reminders one day, I continually advance towards my final day on earth, filled with family and writing.
Hoping whatever I leave behind in books will be appreciated by at least one person who loves me, and never forgets me once I'm gone from this life.
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