Cradled

I look around at people and I feel like I’m dreaming

They don’t know what I’m going through

I like to believe that if they did, they would cradle me in their arms and rock me to sleep

But they don’t

And they won’t

Maybe I need to cradle more people in my arms and rock them to sleep

I don’t know what they’re going through

I don’t

Elise Ashkin-Baker