Deaf, Dumb and Blind

Soundlessly my voice screamed down the years
Wanting so much to be heard, for you to
Listen to my story, to understand me, Why
I stand outside the fire, the circle of
Life, a life for me filled with pain and
Memories, many too much for a rational
Mind to understand or comprehend.

Soundlessly I told my story a million times,
In rhyme or prose, but there was no light, you
Could not see. I wrote in darkness, my eyes
Blinded, my soul tormented, I listened for your
Footsteps, for the telephone to ring, the door
To knock, but I had forgotten I was deaf too.
Deaf, dumb and blind is how I had become.

What remained was that extra special sense, Empathy.
What I could not have for myself I wanted for others.
A burden shared, a pain eased, a shoulder to cry on.
Just someone to be there, someone to understand.
To let them just be themselves, to be free.
Now my soundless voice has found a way for my blind
Eyes to see and my deaf ears to hear. Help me too.

January 2011