losing Me

This is about my relationship with my mother.

she Cowers in the dark:
crushed to dust, her Fragile heart.

I feel like the shimmy Level,

No one cares
about my drowning Tremble.

she forever Spends her love,
&
always Sees I'm her Glove.

Blind to the increasing Age
&
my Overwhelming rage.

Subsiding to Guilt and tears,
in the Shadows,
are my fears.

Should recognize how 1 is 2.

my Resentments many, seen by few.