The day we write for the love of writing.
Today's prompt is 'Broken'
I heard the smash from the next room.
It couldn't be helped, the cupboard is too full of mugs
All stacked higgledy-pigggledy.
So a fall is inevitable.
Unless your reflexes are really good.
And your catching better.
I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't a 'special' one.
There are anniversary ones
Valentine's day ones
All in there with the ordinary ones.
But it wouldn't be the end of the world would it?
It's just ' stuff'.
And mugs can be replaced.
And things can be glued back together.
He holds all the pieces of my brokenness
In his outstretched
He puts me back together over and over again.
And through my brokenness
His light shines more brightly.