I walk
slowly
down the sidewalk.
The snow
shifts to ice
and back to slush
under my feet
as I
make my way
to school.
Every soft step
I take
is another reason
to turn
right
back
around.
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?
