I have ears.
I have ears for decoration.
Not a sound can I hear.
It has created great limitations.
Fear nearly always follows me.
Within four walls I feel safe protected.
Why am I so isolated, neglected?
Smiles I share in plenty.
To have none returned.
It is a barrier between us
The sounds you take for granted,
Sounds we long to hear.
Is there hope?
Yes!
Signing is here.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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