Ire flared and words uttered like poison laced heat seeking missiles pierced her heart,

And she was never the same…

Never the same.

 

Now she knows that if push comes to shove she might quake all alone with a bitter cold biting at her back,

And it isn’t the same…

Isn’t the same.

 

She moves forward in love and gratitude with a little bit more fear… disagreements happen, people make up, life goes on…

But it’s not quite the same…

Not quite the same.

 

©Dani Heart

11/13/2018