Grief Forming Beauty In Our Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sojourn and quietly walking into depths of our beings,
at times feeling abandoned, forlorn in total despair
over the loss of a loved one.

Devastatingly difficult, we hide and isolate ourselves
crying and saddened, beyond repair we silently think,
sitting alone, not reaching out to anyone.

Feeling intense loneliness our loved ones have left us
with, forlorn, keeping to ourselves while the world
revolves as we continue to grieve alone.

Ignoring all signs of life around us, because of the
sorrow, not seeing the possibilities of our lives so
quietly waiting for us to recognize them.

So many things happening that we can be a part of, yet
we behave as if we never had a moment to be with them,
our memories being shut down will finally fade away.

Unless being relived through the years, opening our
minds, looking out at the world, becoming a part of it
once again, maybe in a different capacity, but still
finding a place for ourselves in the sphere of time.

Always shaping and forming beauty in our lives once
again, living, instead of dying spiritually with
another, something they would never want to happen to
any of us, I'm sure.

All the joy and meaning of our loved ones, everything they
loved in their lives needs to be preserved by those of us
who are left here on this earth in memory of them through
generations to come.