Dancing On Nails

Anger streams from her pores, Like sweat on a July day. Her mood swings from frustration, to love, to sadness. As a family splinters before her eyes. I stand impotent, in many ways. Fear grips my throat like a vise squeezing my emotions, from eyes unable to cry. I absorb. The pain consumes my heart. Nothing works the way it should. The future stands as an unpaved road, littered with glass and nails. There are no shoes for me, only a body not working, and my exhausted mind.