I look at you and my heart is shouting
fear strangles my voice
unspoken spaces when every second is an hour
and you look at me....waiting for words

in that moment  the periphery of my vision hovers grey
matching the swirling fog cloud of my thoughts
that start to race, on spin cycle.

all the while my soul screams and crumples in on itself,
folding and folding like a napkin, small as it will go,
bursting with the lousy weariness of inaction.

I look for the window in the back of my mind
where I see our love and happiness,
feel it as it breezes in and over me,
tasting its sweet offerings

here is my freedom to be,
where  I find my voice
here, where trust  holds tight and hides.