RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waking From Sorrow - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Having succumbed entirely to grief, not having
realized it through it's silent being always
standing in front of me.
Waking from it's surrendering sorrow, looking
about, realizing that the bad days have now
Emptiness is entirely empty, waiting to be
filled with a new life, reluctantly, slowly,
moving towards a new reality.
Now knowing there's nothing to be done but face
abandonment in life, finding a way to progress
in spite of the way I feel inside.
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