My optimism is drowning,
Ma's illness slowly gaining.

One day I'll wake up,
I hear this plea, come home
On the phone my siblings say,
Ma just passed away.

Left without plea,
My fears are crippling me

Muddy, my mind is muddy,
Unclear this confused state,
Clear coat this thinking,
End this aimless wandering.

What am I doing?
Introspection serving me,
It is yesterday or today?
I told myself repeatedly,
I just needed to get away.