Shelved

Her eyes are orbs of smouldering darkness 

And into them I gaze. 

They pull my thoughts off their harness, 

And all my walls they raze. 

I feel her subtle anger, 

It radiates in little waves 

It makes my resolve stagger 

And the demons are back in their caves. 

I clear my throat to speak 

Scared of what she’d say 

But suddenly I feel quite meek, 

And I give up right away. 

Not today, I tell myself, 

Now is not the time. 

So once again my emotions I shelf 

And say, “Seriously, mom, I’m fine.”