Her World, My Mystery

What is it like to live there?
Lying down and staring up,
Watching Full House or singing with K-Love, 
Rocking back and forth, 
Creating a rat's nest to brush out later with tears.

What is it like to live there?
Knowing enough, but not knowing enough,

Knowing you're different, not just unique; 
But very, very different from your friends.
Knowing that your health has never been good, 
And that this will never change.

What is it like to live there?
Trapped behind eyes that don't hide the light,
In a mind that struggles to find her senses;
The senses to make sense of it all,
In a body that struggles to run, jump, and play,
With a mouth that can't say for sure how you feel.

I want to know what it's like to live there, 
In your own world, in your own struggles, in your own thoughts.  
It is a mystery to me...a painful mystery I try to solve,
Taking one clue at a time, as they come, 
And piecing them together to be a better mother for you every day.

Written in response to Sunday Scribblings 2 Prompt:  lost in her own thoughts