For Fear

We do not speak anymore,
for fear,
that when we do, it will all escape that we know nothing about coping
with this,
this,
this being that clings to us for life.

I do not sleep anymore,
or leave the house,
except for once a week,
when I flee my happy home,
and,
my Bundle of Joy.

And I will endure?

Because,
because now,
they have taken everything
and they are all I have left.