Mind Hanging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting quietly, steeping in sorrow, sadness falling from
eyes in misty drops of past joys.

Unwanted feelings brought by grief, hanging upon branches
of my mind, looking back through past memories that once
kept me glad and filled with joy.

No longer doing what they did once before, hanging my mind
in reminiscence of everything that has happened to transform
life and leave it out to dry.

Unable now to balance the usefulness of days gone by with
the purposefulness that has yet to begin again since being
grief-stricken in my prime.