She watches me with puzzled eyes,
A mother's love wrapped in disguise.
Her words fall soft like autumn leaves,
Yet how she wonders, how she grieves.
I speak in colors she can't see,
In shades of who I long to be.
Her laughter warm, her worry deep—
But there's a wall, a gulf to leap.
She tries to reach, to break the code
Of winding paths I've come to know.
She asks, she pleads, yet never finds
The tangled thread within my mind.
And still, she loves me, blind to why
The things I hold don't meet her eye.
In time, I hope she'll glimpse a part
Of who I am, my hidden heart.
For now, we live in worlds apart—
Bound by love, yet worlds apart.
