Coming To An Understanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

8: 10 p.m.
Settling into a pile of tears, knowing I'll be here the
entire night, going through each of their memories.

Every once in a while, this needs to be done, to keep
depression from covering me completely and spinning me
into another world, full of darkness and no lightened
illumination to see by.

Hearing music, draping me with sadness as I go through
this pile of tears, alone, not trying to escape from an
interior hell, just experiencing it, so I can come to
it's understanding. 8: 11 p.m.

(10/12/13)