Sorrow weighs so heavily upon my heart today.
At first sign of its arrival I must immediately pluck it out, rid myself of its stench, toss it from the edge of the cliff so it can never again return.
Somehow it always manages to find me again no matter how far I run.
So tomorrow I shall simply sit with it, bring it to my lips to taste its essence, listen to it’s melancholy song as it swims its way through me.
I shall memorize its path and love it so well that the sorrow cannot help but become a part of me, yet another storm of life to help me see.