Holding Her Fractured World Together, with Her Tiny Hands

Holding her fractured world together, with her tiny hands, although she wasn’t the one who broke it, but, it’d become, her responsibility to hold the world that is fractured, with her tiny hands.

Holding her fractured world together, with her tiny hands, she doesn’t know what she was doing, as the adults in her life, just handed her, a fractured world to hold onto.  Holding her fractured world together, with her tiny hands, and, as she grew, the fractured pieces of that world got big too, and, soon, they’d become, too heavy for her.

But, because she’d once promised someone, that that, is what she’ll do, she’d still kept doing it, until, she’d had her own child, and, gave the fractured world that was given to her, to her own offspring too.

Holding her fractured world together, with her tiny hands, she felt the broken shards, cutting into her skin, she saw herself, bleed, and yet, she didn’t, and couldn’t let go, because that, was a promise, she intended to keep, even IF it meant losing her own life…

Holding her fractured world together, with her tiny hands, but, how can she, she can barely stand up right, and yet, so much burdens were, placed upon her two tiny shoulders, whether or not she likes it, and, although she felt that it was, an imposition, what, can she do???

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