By Jeanmarie
Date: 29 October 1998

Numb

Another night spent sleepless and tortured
by the words we did not exchange,
the silken skin left untouched,
the thoughts raging through my mind.
Hot tears course down my cheeks,
spilling onto my cool, cotton pillow,
as I clutch my son's teddybear ~~
remembering all the nights that I
cried myself to sleep as a child.
You slumber soundly beside me.
I am an adult now, but hear my
Mother's cool words echoing
through the darkness: "you feel too much."
I am totally numb from feeling too much,
for far too many years now.