The way you describe the rock, something so small, yet filled with significance, really spoke to me.

It’s a powerful reminder of how we cling to tiny, everyday objects to hold onto something bigger, something intangible like love or loss.

The line about the "big hand on fate and the little hand on sorrow" is such a vivid, relatable metaphor.

It’s like you captured that tug between what’s beyond our control and the emotional weight we carry every day.

Thanks for sharing!