I was fiercely fighting in forcing myself to stay. To be the “bigger person” and rise to the occasion. But after nine months, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I had to break free. And I was terrified it would be anything but a clean break. Tears flowed by the buckets that weekend, all because […]
An excerpt from the poem “Wedged.” Can I still be my new self here, freshly fired girl of clay, or will their haunted silence crack me, rip my stitches into fray. You will experience more of this powerful poem of parental estrangement and escaping the cycle by Caity-Shea in February. Subscribe to get new posts by email.