Beside Ourselves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There's so many things we love in our individual lives, they
spread joy, cheer and happiness throughout our minds and
hearts.

Intense and wonderful, taking us through difficult situations
and circumstances we all must endure, although we're not sure
why we must or need to go through them.

Somehow following paths hidden from sight, blindly moving for-
ward, reaching through our hope and faith, their light leading
us through the darkness and fathomless grief.

It's sorrow, sadness, abandonment and loneliness cause us to
be beside ourselves at times, not knowing which way to go or
what to think.

Just following a flicker of hope, holding tightly to it's
promise of finding our way out in the end, still whole, yet
once again a different person than before for death has
stolen a part of our being through loss.