Just Tears Of Frustration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Abruptly brushing away tears of frustration as they fall uninterruptedly from my soul.
Holding hands with faith even in the darkness of pain and nausea, looking intensely into the near future for a reprieve from it all.
Knowing healing is taking place in it's own time, wishing it would speed up a little more so I can feel like I'm moving upward and away from what I've been through.
Tears of frustration continue to fall, irregardless of how or what I feel or think right now.