RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Sorrow pours from my eyes on traditional mornings as memories pop in like popcorn, hitting me squarely in depths of my heart where I sit hiding.
Delicately touching strings of intuition and blessings, focusing my mind on the heaviness I feel quietly inside.
Watching parades of images slowly walk by, feeling their intensity, as tears flow throughout my body and soul, trying to release pressure that sorrow brings.