The child’s got the weight of the family on her back
Whether it’s real or not she can feel it pushing down between her shoulder blades.
She can feel mama’s depression as she silently screams to herself.
She can sense papa’s disease by his silent treatment.
She can feel her siblings abandonment because the phones have stopped ringing and the jibes get deeper.
She can feel all the weight whether real or imaginary as she sits in the silence
Because that’s all she hears all she ever hears is silence.
The quiet of the house.
The quiet of the meds.
The quiet of the neighborhood.
And they wonder why she’s trying to get out.
They wonder why she’s pushing for a world unseen.
Because the raucous of the world has got to be better than the silence of her home.
And she can still feel the stones upon her back
But as she traces her fingers along the map
She thinks she hears the sound of a pebble upon the floor.