Everything

Everything

You ask of me
"What am I to you?"
Don't make me say
out loud
As if only
I could shout
Sun, wind, stars
Mother, Father, friend

You keep
the panic
from creeping
up my throat
like wayward
vines
that threaten
to choke
And in
the darkness
of my mind
your voice
finds me
softly
Soothes me
when I fear
I've lost
my way

So, when you ask,
"What am I to you?"
as I stare
silently
at the ground
Take my hand
and feel
what I
can never say
Sun, wind, stars
Mother, Father, friend
Everything

Angela Minard 2008