When the words
fall
on deaf ears,
I wonder, what’s it like in there?
Static?
A song on replay?
My sound doesn’t tingle the switch,
the spectrum of frequencies a foreign language.
I used to scream to be heard.
I used to hand out the code
to what others thought was encrypted.
Now, the fire behind these eyes
that licked the ceiling high
if I couldn’t get through,
has real wind to respond to.
My lips rest
when the noiseless collision
of intent
reaches my own deafness.
Deafness
23 Monday Feb 2015
oakleysh said:
I love this! i do a lot of work with the deaf and hard of hearing community, and i always have this question.
feralpoet said:
Thank you. Nice to hear a touch of your story. Important we play with the unknown, keeps us from being small.