There Is A Child Living Inside of My Brain by Shelley Nation

There is a child living inside of my brain
ashamed to answer my prayers
he dares to ignore me
simply smiles
and listens to me think.
There is a child floating along my skin
my arms disjointed 
unscarred belly
pigeon-toed legs
free-flowing child
like ski-slope snow ride.
There is a child speaking through my mouth
whispering lullabies
nursery rhymes
hallelujah church songs
says he belongs to me
and me to him.
There is a child so scared to dream
or to be seen with me
that he throws a temper tantrum to the sky 
and rather die
than call me his mom
to say he is my son.