Clouds Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Many memories shine through clouds of grief, leading to recovery one day in the future.
For now, crying, sorrow, pain, all culminate in my mind.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.
Where can I hide?
Where can I place my tears except on the headstone of another life being lived beyond without me.
Touching joy of past endeavors with my soul, I remember, I remember, through clouds of my mind.