Mother stares, eyes full of worry
Morning until Night, she hurries
to offer that same song
"What's Wrong?!"
...
In decline,
My reply
Concealing natural low tone
"Nothing" I sing
Hiding projected forte notes,
as they grasp my throat
& fail to let go
..
A Silent Hold
...
Really though
....

I am
Too afraid
to ever let it show
to confess this breath
to her
that
I Do Not Know
.....

I Just Hurt...