Individual Reasons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Straining to find the way out of this mire of grief we
have fallen into.

Finding ourselves breathless, hearts empty, souls both
yearning for another horizon.

Yet, here we sit, watching our sunsets enfold us within
their final deathly grips.

Not letting us find our way to the everlasting purpose
that we were both born to fulfill.

Now for individual reasons we are both being decimated,
falling on our faces in the deepest depression life can
ever offer either of us.