Ice Cold Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tears keep falling like a winter rain, hitting my
face with it's ice cold reality.
So frigid and unbendable as life transports all
definition to unanswerable questions floating
about the atmosphere.
Softly singing, dancing to and fro with precision
and exactness of rhythm.
Tones gently touching minds with blossoming
creations as drops of tears continue to fall,
flowing into my saddened heart with purpose and
dignity.