Quiet

I don't know the worry that closes her mouth tight.
I don't know how she feels to have words trapped inside her like a fly buzz, buzz, buzzing against window glass.
I don't  know the suffocation of experiencing life with all of its wonder but keeping it locked within.
but...

 I know how to be her advocate.

I know how to be her cheerleader.

and...

I know how to love her as she is.