Sorrow's Doors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sorrow's Doors



Silently, gently, walking through sorrow's doors,
tears held heavily in corners of eyes, waiting
to be touched and dried with a caring hand.

Loneliness hanging about, creating a haze of
grief, surrounding me.

Touching sentimental spaces of my heart, over-
flowing it with bittersweet joy, sometimes with
a thought of past images.

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