Broken Glass.

Sometimes life is hard to bear,
shredded dreams and hearts.
People come and people go,
some tear us apart.

Loss and illness,
pain and fear,
weariness and sorrow.
All the time we strive to shine,
believe we can,

I don’t have an answer,
and question those that do.
Just Faith in something greater,
that He will pull us through.

We walk barefoot on broken glass.
It hurts, we bleed, and then….
We stop, and rest , to heal awhile
and learn to dance again.

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About Elizabeth

I am a Teacher/Family Educator, 'would be farmer', potter, Jill of all trades! friend to all........woman of Faith, who loves to write 'spillings' from her heart in the hope of helping another.

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