Sometimes we cling to our sorrow like a plank in a ship wreck....holding on to it to keep our head above water. Our gloom seems to give us identity among the ocean of people around us. Or we hold it up like a priceless prize. And carry it around close to our hearts like an achievement.
Last hope for survival or a trophy to be showcased.
1 comment:
Aww!! Good one, this post! Very good one.
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