Rerouting Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intensely feeling sorrow mounting then sliding, according
to sounds and tones of music.

Filling interiorly, an amazing profound rhythm that lets
my mind float so perfectly in a bluened atmosphere.

Nothing to hinder it's beauty as it sends many messages
to and from intellect through reality and imagination.

Rerouting sadness gradually into rhythms that carry it into
another realm in the right side of my brain.

There it settles down and gently rests itself for the time
being, alone.