I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.
They whisper across the floor.
Omitting noise that might entice a temper.
I find a hide-a-way in a hole.
My heart, soul, and pen are
controlling the inner-chaos
with a key that empowers me.
Dedicated to those who have or who are in domestic violent relationships. You are not a victim, you are a warrior.

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