Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar?
Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets?
Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge?
Is your sorrow solid, well protected from compassion?
Or is your sorrow feeble like a rainy day, followed soon by sunshine?
Can you let the warmth of others comfort you?
Can you risk a friendship with your tears?
Come take my hand and leave your pride of sorrow.
I thought about what sorrow was and how it’s something we protect ourselves with. Linking up with Tuesday Platform at toads.
November 1, 2016