Musings of a Muse

Maybe home is n o t h i n g      but two arms holding you [ tight ]           when you’re at your worst.

you touch them … you HURT them …  you will not get away with it.

                                     I AM STRONGER                                            THAN THIS!                                      I say, to m y s e l f                                                      as I try not to break                                                                  a p a r t 

  I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer.                                                             Until one day it was ─                                                                                    and the guilt I expected                                                                                                                    never came.