Shards of Glass

With head down, she continues            
Through the blustery wind.            
The chill enters her            
And spreads quickly            
Robbing her of the            
Last warmth she has.          
Which way is she heading?            
How long will it be?            
She’s caught in between            
Two people.            
She’s weary of their drama,            
Weary of figuring out            
What it is they need.            
Living through the aftermath,          
She's walking over the          
Shards of glass.            
Can anything be salvaged            
From within this home?            
Nothing is the same,      
As she feels the weight      
Of this crushing sorrow.  
Written by CharlotteMae
Author's Note
A poem about my parents divorce.
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