Sorrow Isn'T A Poem For Eowyn-Kitty Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

Sorrow isn't a dull, numbing ache
Not at first, the bard learned
Instead it comes like a blow, like a blade, like a blast
deep within your heart,
it tears, as your tears fall
it burns, as your thoughts blaze
it cuts, as you sit helplessly by.

Sorrow isn't the beginning of anything
Not when it hits like a fist
Instead,
it signals the end of hopes, of plans, of fond ideas
down inside your soul,
it rages, as your mind cries no
it screams, as your fears come real
it mocks, as you hopelessly watch on.

And
Sorrow isn't the ending, either
although you may wish it was,
Instead it feeds on each tear shed,
each memory torn, each denial mouthed
at the root of your spirit,
it preys on every weakness,
it hunts out all your doubts
it locks down all your wishes,
as you haplessly wait it out, however long.

(written summer,2003)