don't think that I am not normal
in my deafness I hear a million rhythms
in my mute I spell a million rhymes
in my blindness I see a million colors
in my weakness I raise the universe
I don't want to recover from this blindness
I don't want to recover from this deafness
if only see and hear the sounds of the world
full lies in form and word
because I know when I see extinction all imagination
I know I'll only hear illusions
not an essential reality
there is only a mortal reality
with my mute, I say a lot
even though I am blind I know straight road
do not think that Iam weak
don't think i am not normal or sick
This post to participate Weekend Freewrite - 6/15/2019- Single Prompt Option