there’s a story I heard
it’s hard to remember
her mind
is losing it
misery infusing it
bruising it
confusing it
with what she thinks is real
and the rose grows against the gray
things break
every day
There’s something you love.
God’s gonna let it break your heart.
shattered glass
is falling
from
the window seal
the sky
wanted in
now the wind
sings
whispers
shrieks
from outside
it seems
desire and passion
await
beyond the glass
it seems
ghosts
were dancing
all day
shattered glass
still remains
things break
every day
It’s a good thing you know.
A broken heart.
blood concealed
entrapped
stuck in shields
never healed
until its flowing in disarray
things break
every day
I wish I could see
how
a rose
grows
from a tree unkind
hidden
blind
closed in and confined
its blossom died
then grew again
what’s drawing near?
a touch unfamiliar
gentle
soft
kindness
somehow saw her
petals
breaking
from the stem
petals
falling
from the wind
then blew again
goodbye tree unkind
goodbye rose branch divine
kindness
invites
her in
will things break
today?
petals
lavish
the King’s floor
and stay
today
what’s breaking is
a heart bound in chains
petals
falling…
falling…
falling…
Sky
rejoicing
Life
restoring
Beauty
no longer
in mourning
The chains were shattered.
things break
every day
© 2016 Natalie Edwards
Life and God 
2 responses to “things break every day”
That’s really beautiful Natalie. I love reading your stuff. Your youthful perspective and expression give us old folks some new eyes and fresh blood in our hearts. Proud of you young lady.
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Thanks John. I really appreciate that!!
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