There was, this jar where sorrows are kept, somewhere, on that topmost shelve, and every time anybody inside the house feels sad or upset, s/he would got get that ladder, to take the jar down from the shelves, and cry into it.
A jar where sorrows are kept, but what if, the sorrows kept inside that jar overflowed, as sorrows don’t just go away (like people do!!!) in a miniscule of a second? So, we, fill this jar up, with our sorrows, and then, we’d, opened it back up, and, out flies an assortment of SHITS, and, just like how Pandora had, opened up that box she shouldn’t have, we’d, opened something up that we can’t handle!
not my drawing…
A jar where sorrows are kept, you need one, I had one too, but now, I have NO need for it, so, I’m giving my old jar of sorrows, to you, to keep, and you will be, overwhelmed, filled up, with ALL my sorrows, as you go through the experiences that I already endured through, and, you can call it, a “gift” (more like a CURSE if you ask me, but hey, who asked Y-O-U, right???) to you.
A jar where sorrows are kept, I’d, lost that in my past, and after I’d, cried, all my tears away, I got nothing BUT sunny days, positive outlook on life, and, my heart no longer feel anything, it’s, finally, at P-E-A-C-E here………
not my sketch!
Life, the Obstacle Course 