Blanket of Confusion

I cradle you close, this bundle of dreams,

     your tiny hands curl like secrets unspoken,

     yet still, I stand blank, in silence it seems,

     as love wraps around me, but feels like a token.

Your soft cooing echoes, a gentle request,

     but waves of confusion drown out the delight,

     why does my heart thrum, feel like a jest?

     instead of bursting, it wanes in the night.

The knitted blanket, so small and so pure,

     lays against my chest, like a weight on my soul,

     yet here in this moment, a question for sure—

     what does it mean when you don’t feel whole?