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.
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