Small Sorrows
1 min readJan 28, 2019
Small sorrows are mine in the scheme of things. But they are mine.
And through my blinkered view, they are all I have.
They are everything.
Everything I have is sorrow insurmountable.
Where is the sunlight?
Where has it gone?
Why can’t I grab a rod of light and pierce it through this thick, black cloud smothering me?
When everything I do is loose change to the world.
Small sorrows are all I have.
