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