Today I feel so small. - Minuscule
As if a puff of smoke,
a dandy-lion seed,
that will never roar.
The last week has been,
crumbling not good,
not like cakes or sweet tastes,
but internally breaking,
and waste.
I feel so small in my faith,
and my life. I feel like Joseph,
in the dungeon of the king,
waiting for some news to unfold,
for a dream,
to be,
a key,
for someone to unearth it-
to unlocking my purpose.
For someone to whisper,
“You’re worth it.”
-D. Montgomery 2015
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Today I feel so small. - Minuscule
As if a puff of smoke,
a dandy-lion seed,
that will never roar.
The last week has been,
crumbling not good,
not like cakes or sweet tastes,
but internally breaking,
and waste.
I feel so small in my faith,
and my life. I feel like Joseph,
in the dungeon of the king,
waiting for some news to unfold,
for a dream,
to be,
a key,
for someone to unearth it-
to unlocking my purpose.
For someone to whisper,
“You’re worth it.”
-D. Montgomery 2015
I feel so out of place today. I went to my nephews concert and sat by myself for most of it, but then I realized my family was sitting a few feet away. And yet I felt disconnected internally. I saw them all with their kids and their spouses and I sat alone. I realized it was something I had grown accustomed to and that made me deeply sad for some reason. I am still trying to understand it.
