Spiralling Cycles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired of being aggravated and sent into spiralling cycles
of what's not always good to be feeling, suffering with
sorrow and sadness at times because of loved ones who are
now gone.

Seeing them in pictures and memories of good times we had
together throughout the years, hearts beating as one even
though we're on opposite sides of the black curtains of
death.

Never forgetting positive attitudes that were taught at a
very young age, held onto through the years, staying in
touch with feelings of unconditional love having been felt
along shores of this temporary life.