Different Avenues Of Suffering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Berating selves for being so weak and fragile in the
presence of death as it takes away loved ones in their
lives.

Unnecessarily feeling lost and forsaken, knowing nothing
but sorrow bowing their heads and minds, taking pathways
into ocean's of tears, drowning in it's depths without a
life raft.

Knowing nothing to be done, they continue to forfeit the
rest of their lives, not seeing that loved ones remaining
are also at a loss and needing them desperately themselves.

Having lost one to death, the other to the sorrow covering
another with the curtains and drapes covering their minds
intensely.

Finding their way takes a long time in coming, different
avenues of suffering for each individual are alone.

When suddenly someone, usually a stranger, steps into the
picture and begins to help them turn their mind back to
the living who are waiting for them to be revived from their selfishness, caused by the intense grief haranguing them.

Solemn promises of life to continue, are being silently
spoken, but the grieving heart doesn't want to listen at
first.

Later, they finally hear the pleas of their sons and
daughters realizing they have shut themselves off from even
them.

Humbly sorry, they start speaking and visiting them once
again.

Family ties again being brought back together and family is rearranged into a new place of being.

Moving forward, slowly, putting one foot in front of the
other until they are back on solid ground.