My Sorrows

My body aches

From carrying so much weight
On my shoulders

My sorrows are heavy
But compared to everyone else’s
They seem weightless

I pity them
So I reach out and help
Taking some of their sorrows
On top of my own

Once I start to help I cannot stop
People rush to me
Expecting to receive the same help
I gave so many others
But I help them, yet I wish I hadn’t

I sit down and take a break
And think about all the sorrows I now carry
I wait, expecting someone to help me
Like I had them but help never comes
So I just sit here praying and
Knowing that some day I will be heard





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