Hoping To Exist Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

1: 45 p.m.
Thinking of other's steeping in their grief,
life dying on branches of their spirits
because of the loss of someone they love
dearly.

Incessant crying, not seeing things around
them, missing out on the beauty of nature
and the energy of spirituality's realms.

Taking back roads, blinded by tears of sorrow,
falling from eyes into their hearts, bringing
about permanent changes in their attitudes
towards life.

Never to be the same person again on this planet,
just hoping to exist from the moment of loss
forward.
1: 46 p.m. 3/27/14 RoseAnn V. Shawiak