But reality hits
hard;
and life
at home
is an entirely
different
story.
I walk
on thin
crackling
ice.
Everywhere
is a danger zone
and anger
fills the air.
And though
I can feel
the tension
I have no idea
why
it is there.
But I know
it is directed
to me.
And I know
almost everyone
is against me.
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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?
