I have a poem that expresses my feelings of hearing loss. I really do put this personal of how I feel about this.
To achieve in something is to earn. I have my heart set on that dream. Something I wish to hear like you. Sometimes I don't want to hear at all. In my world, I am a bee, always vibrating energy - inside, with few ways to express outside. How is it possible to find hope? A Dream of Mine I cannot remember how to hear I was a baby when the sound was gone Sometimes I ask, if I get the chance, yes,I'd do anything to trade in my hearing If there's a cure, I'd be the first person to hear No matter what I do, I dream on, my hope in my heart.I am happy for who I am -No one could change me. In my ears, it is a tunnel with no sound I see the light on the other side of the tunnel and think: sound. There are good reasons to not be able to hear,yes? and I meet lots of people who can't hear. My grandma understands me she smiles and holds my hands you don't need to hear to love.
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