Silent Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently I steep in sorrow, pulling the anchor up,
sailing into gales of tears.

Holding on, looking over, reaching down into briny
depths, cupping hands filled with diamond drops of
moisture.

Sadness splashing up against my heart like waves
upon the shores of sand.

Rocks being split apart by tragic melancholic sonatas
only I can hear.

Stepping softly through bereaved becomings, hearing
only the sounds of silent crying.