Something sad happened.
My bowl broke.
It was almost my age.
A piece of my life is gone.
I used it every morning.
Cannot be repaired.
It wasn’t an object of any value.
It may have been worth nothing.
But nobody can price sentimental value.
It is often discarded
Even though it is crucial.
Only hearts and souls
Can price it.
Peace and serenity
Lawrence Copyright © May 2018
Being bipolar. 
Some things are priceless!
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Indeed!
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😔
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It’s so incredible how the smallest things can sometimes affect us in the most profound ways. Have a post to publish about that soon. Thanks for putting it so beautifully. The little things matter. They always do ☺️
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Thank you Mvadi for your compliments. I can’t wait to read your post
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You’re very welcome. Glad to hear it!
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I am so sorry about this bowl…………..it is sad to lose something you love, especially when it cannot be mended or replaced………..and something that is so sentimental. It’s so weird how things like this makes us feel……..for me, I tend to internalize the loss.
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If you are a sentimental person these small things affect you which is my case Thanks for reading and your comments
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amen!
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Nice work. Sorry i have been a bit quiet lately. Trying to concentrate on so many fronts currently. Fighting hard to sort myself out, not sure if its working as there are still habits that i cannot shake. As a school teacher wrote about me once “needs to try harder” how those words are coming back to haunt me………..Peace and Love
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Please don’t forget to take care of yourself, take time and breaths. I wish strength and serenity along with good vibes.
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Sentimental value. Important.
Wow, that’s a very old one.
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Yes it was an old one.
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