I tumble
straight in
to December.
The snowy hills
and radiant lights
lift
the corners
of my frown.
Even I
have a little
in the winter.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Is So Tired: Part Two (Winter)
PoetryWe meet Tage again in the cold months of winter and she tells us her story through cracks in the ice. What does it take to fix a broken girl?
