Interior Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing faith to sounds coming from an interior piano,
letting hope jump into the fray, and coming alive this
very day.

Finding self while trying to help another through the
sadness enveloping his life.

Looking through windows of mountains, being scaled
within interior images of visions, trying to hold onto
a friend as he slips and slides down walls of sorrow's
canyons.

Giving him the strength of presence to hold on and look
up as he sees the sun rising just for him on the horizon,
leading him into the inner light of his being once again,
allowing him the freedom to find his own way back into
the life he has always known.

Now changed permanently without the love of his life by
his side, trying to see his way through sorrow's
thick curtains of death's insistence in his loss.

Knowing he will be able to make it, being here for him
in the moments he needs me to be here, until he can see
his way clear once again.