Sorrow’s only desire is to curl up in a corner and cry. Anger wants to shout and scream and rail against the universe. Anger drags Sorrow out into the world. Sorrow cloaks Anger in a veneer of politeness.
Carrying on with a busy life, she ignores them. If she ignores them, they’ll go away, like clouds in the wind.
But what if Sorrow and Anger are like a conquering army laying siege to her heart?
She’ll have to fight to take back what’s hers.
But she doesn’t have the heart.
And when the battle’s over what’ll be left of her?