Touching Hands With Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently walking through an interior atmosphere filled
with lost hopes and dreams, not able to find pathways
to retrieve them again.

Music softly taking intellect on a search, not always
is anything divulged, touching hands with sorrow, tears
wiping away sadness deep within us.

We never feel loss dissipate while we're living, except
maybe in quiet moments of love with another who stands
beside us through it all.