It's the feeling of still air
of despair--
how it creeps
up
to chill her tongue
and paralyze her legs
into a coma-
tosed state
of routine and a life
lost its shimmer
There's nothing to sparkle,
(no sun to illuminate)
anything
under her covers
and she can't feel
any
warmth
because she is stagnant there,
even past the suns peak
and into the dead
of night
She is stagnant there--
somewhere
where sadness calls her sweet
name.
My mom's having a hard time. She has consistently been having a hard time for a long while.
It is saddening to me as her child that loves her so. I fear that what I can do for her is simply not enough to shake the looming despair.
