there will be broken glass

Poem: There will be broken glass. With it, you can slit your wrists, or hang it in the last sliver of light and bathe in rainbows. Choice is yours. - b.

This was timely for me, this lovely, profound poem by @sometimesphoenix.* A few days ago, I experienced something that felt like failure. And honestly, I let it sting, for about the first 12 hours. The next morning, I sat down with the Word and my journal, and looked straight at it. I began to see … Read morethere will be broken glass