Sorrow's Pocket Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tears being held back tightly, afraid to let go, because
suicide will immediately follow suit.

There are no more doors or windows to be opened, all have
been slammed shut or barricaded.

Lifetime sorrow has been poured back and forth through
all these years, trying to keep from overflowing.

It seems to be no more, cannot fathom holding on any
longer, must let go.

Just an hour ago, holding pills of death within the palm
of my hand, putting them back in my pocket - not quite
ready yet.

Still, I am ready to fall asleep forever, now as I speak
on paper.

Waiting just a while longer then to see if these feelings
will pass.

If not, I'll see you someday, sometime after death.

(5: 49 p.m. - 1/5/96)