The Storms in Your Mind

Rivers flowing from your anguished eyes

Tectonic shifts in your heart

The plates smashing, grinding, breaking

Your son, a piece of your heart, a piece of yourself

You have left behind

Heaviness and heaving, pain in your chest

Unkempt and undressed

I was just with him yesterday, and now so far away

This is not the way it should be

My son should live with me

Then the weather would be fair and calm

No winds no storms

But a tiny voice cries out: Yes it is the way it should be

He has to live his own life and find his own way

You are in close contact, with him often

This is just your illness, making you feel too much

And I listen, and I listen, trying to calm the storm in my mind

Trying to quell the tears in my eyes

trying to stop my heart from aching

trying to stop feeling too much, too intensely,

trying to be the normal me

to give my son room to be the normal him