I wake up
and all I hear
is breaking glass.
I am
down, deep in
South, but
the shattering brings me
back to life.
it seems
the silence of the
barren lands isn’t
holy enough
but don’t be afraid,
I’ll pick up
my sinful pieces, then
help you
gather yours.
Life in a blog 
Amazing. Once the glass shatters, all you can do is just pick up the pieces 😳
True. Glad you liked it 🙂
Thanks!
Silence kills when you want to listen to someone. Sins don’t matter once you understand story of the sinner. It takes courage to fight back.
It does take a lot of courage
👌🏻👌🏻
🙂
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.