Sorrow Mourning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing across earth, listening to Indian, African, and
Russian music, all of it touching intellect's heart and
mind explicitly.

Rushing through the air, recalling effervescent ideas and
memories being touched reflectively, sorrow mourning through
the afternoon sun.

Walking down memories of yesterday blending with today, where
I can find some explanations or purpose in the loss that so
far I've experienced throughout the years.

Living effects of what it's done. changing many particles
of my being some for the good, others not so much, lying my
head upon a pillow, tears soaking into it.

But yet it cannot take this sorrow from me at all, going
through life, feeling so deserted, abandoned and alone,
yet my spirit continues to survive it all somehow.

From somewhere unknown deep within, a smile comes forth,
sharing it with others that cross my path, seeing their
smile in return somehow seems to absorb a tear or two
from my being as I walk on through another day alone,
having brought a moment of joy to someone else.