Inner Wells Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soundlessly, sorrow trips into this heart, not letting me
know ahead of time, just sneaking it's way into my mind
whenever it wants.

Disturbing solace and serenity, disrupting my state of mind
with it's salted tears.

Finding no reasons, letting itself in magically, waiting to
be expressed no matter what I think.

Experience has taught me to just let it be recognized and
have it's moments in time.

Watching it take a seat, unfolding it's feelings and emotions,
laying them out upon a table in front of my mind.

Spreading out a feast, goblets of teardrops, platters piled
high and salted generously.

A huge amount flowing from inner wells of grief, hoping it
will not last too long.

Yet, knowing it will continue in it's own time until it is
done.