Beginnings Of Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Certain melodies remembered, floating through my mind,
softly touching strings of my heart.

Wisely straying from thoughts that are being brought
up because the tiniest beginnings of sorrow are curiously
cropping up.

Unwanted memories being held in check by a tattered little
image, attempting to stay hidden.

Feeling the shame and guilt repeatedly, seeking to forever
stay away from the source of it all.