She walks on shards a silent tread
Across the floors, so cold and bare
A web of fear inside her head
A heavy weight she has to bear
His anger a dark, swirling cloud
Hangs low, a threat she can\'t ignore
Her voice a whisper, never loud
Afraid to open the door
Each step she takes a cautious plea
To not disturb the fragile peace
A yearning for tranquility
A silent wish for sweet release
The glass surrounds a brittle cage
Revealing sorrow in her eyes
She fears turning a page
Breathe the weight of the silent skies