Tremble
I heard the faint tremble
in your voice the other day
when you whispered secret fears
about what others might say.
Does anyone really know?
How bad things have become
in an unseen distant land
traveled by so many faces
but suffered by only one.
Can anyone hear the screams?
Echoing loudly in her head
as fear blankets every thought
until every good intention
is shadowed by things left unsaid.
Am I doing the right thing?
For the life she holds dear
more than any love before
more than all the dreams imagined
before the unwavering fear.
Can you hear the tremble?
Calling out to those who care
pleading for some invisible power
to bury the self-doubt of motherhood
and save this precious pair.
