the day broke
unexpectedly shattering
the remnants of the night
dark crystal sparkles
dancing over snowdrifts

the day broke
wringing bitter tears
from the place we keep
all our shame and secrets
hidden in our darkness

the day broke
and continued as it does
without a care or glance
for those that are broken
by the cold morning light

the day broke
and so did I once again
and there’ll be no fixing
no healing to be found
until the kiss of night.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!