Forgetting to remember I am deaf and blind



Forgetting to remember I am deaf and blind


I have suffered
through another night
without memory or awareness,
almost as if
I am accepting the void,
courting an existence
that is neither here
nor there
but everywhere,
my spirit free to seek a home,
seeking not communion
with a deaf and blind world,
finding instead,
love
in the embrace of you soul

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