RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrow's Sharpened Tears - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Becoming a recluse in my mind,
offering no discordant measures to a
song of life that is mine.
Yet, a rhythm is striking like lightening
in a storm, combining with my interior
harmony and composing melodies attuned to
my frozen, broken heart.
Taking care not to drop or mishandle it,
lest it be crushed into millions of pieces
by my sharpened tears of sorrow.
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