My Poetry. The Day you changed.

I look at your beautiful face now,
But today it is strangely pale and gray.
You seemed alright just moments before, love,
But your light is hidden and dim today.
The sun didn't seem to shine upon us
With the bright warmth that it used to pour;
You felt so cold and so dark inside,
As you walked away, walking out the door.

We didn't fight or exchange angry words,
As far as I can truly recall;
You slept quietly right here in my arms,
And looked so tiny, so fragile, and so small.
You were quietly resigned, just accepting,
Walking with me slowly, hand in hand,
Until we finally got to the silent house—
Please, darling, help me to truly understand.

What heavy thoughts race through your dear mind?
When you stare blankly out into the space;
At least let me in to share the burden,
If this is the quiet suffering you face.
Your eyes tell a complex, painful story,
Lost in a place deep inside your head;
I see the unmistakable shadow of fear
Reflecting there when you come to our bed.

Whatever deep trouble is hurting you,
I need to know it, I have to be near;
There's no time left for uncertain guesswork,
I refuse to lose you, or let you disappear.
Is this because of the baby, our precious boy?
Do you feel you can't love our child the same?
You used to be so spontaneous and free,
So romantically wild, igniting my flame.
But now you cry often, for hours and ages,
And struggle just to cope throughout the long day;
I've listened closely to all the other Mothers,
And to everything they bravely have to say.

They tell me it is so very normal to feel low,
After the exhausting trauma you have had;
Giving birth to our powerful young son wasn't easy,
In fact, parts of that journey were deeply sad.
But that was now seven long months ago,
And still you visibly freak out at him;
Your gentle patience is at an all-time low,
And our shared beautiful life is looking grim.
We need to urgently go and see a Doctor,
You simply cannot continue living like this;
I cannot even gently come near you sometimes,
To offer you a simple, loving kiss.

Darling, you know deep down I love you,
This is a partnership that will endure through it all;
But to see you caught in this dark state of mind,
I fear you are heading for a painful fall.
With endless patience and deep consideration,
We will find the strength to get through this quick;
Counsellors will help, along with the doctor's care—
I know together, this treatment will do the trick.

Here we stand now, five months have bravely passed,
You are bouncing with life and wonderfully full of health.
Our beautiful son is absolutely thriving, and so are we—
This perfect, recovered happiness is worth more than all the world's wealth.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025