Broken in house.
Scattered belongings once cherished, strewn without care.
Violated in possessions.
The weight of these inanimate objections.
Broken in shoes.
Comfort, from breaking down.
Softened to defend against the callousness.
Weaving my steps around the grim faced stares.
A chip on the shoulder runs a crack down the inside of my arm.
No glue will repair.
A reminder of life relentless, still fragile.