Through The Aftermath Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Searching the grounds for something that is hidden in a
mysterious cloud of sadness hanging over everything.

Wondering why it's here right now, because I'm enjoying
life here inside of music's rhythms being, pushed forward
into gardens of lifted spirits, nothing untoward happening
in my life right now.

Then thinking, family is going through the aftermath of
a blazing fire, losing everything they owned except their
lives.

Special graces given to them have touched the surface,
yet hidden beneath the curtains of their souls is a
devastating sadness of their entire lifetimes, unable
to be erased from within them.