Entering Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent and syncopated with grief, tears falling steadily
into the deepest part of being.

Suffering in the throes of a sadness that will not lessen
no matter what is done in life.

Entering intellect, hoping to find an answer, being told
only that emotions and feelings are not a part of it's
repertoire.

Suggesting investigating that part of being separately,
because it is not a particle within itself.

Understanding can be done, on a certain level, for any-
thing else I must go into depths of feelings and emotions.
swimming around them and learning of their essence first
hand.