The days
go by
and my spirit
sings.
Something
in the air
makes me dizzy
and I spin
right into a world
where the heaviness
is lighter,
the colors
are brighter,
and my heart
is higher.
But still
the guilt
resides.
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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?
