is it worth?

Left with head down
Left with despair
Left with sorrow
Who will offer me console and dry clothing when i am drenched
Who will buy my tub of disappointment
Who will chase after me if i ever run away
Who will know what my heart is after
Like a fruit, it can be sweet, can be sour. But how do you feel if sour is what you get after much efforts have been put into growing it?
Or is it the way it's grown is wrong some where.
Glorious God, i left the spot with emotions that only You can handle, only You can sort out, only You know how much i am hurt in the inside, mend the wound up for me Healer. You must be shaking Your head up there, so am i.






i hope you call soon