A sound trickles its way through the air. A sound drips gently into the ear percolates and processes. a sound is yet not heard. It is found to be loud, but is not heard. But, you exclaim ³Are you listening?² ³ ŒTis a tragedy,² people say. Yet, which is the greater -- Not hearing or Not listening? To go through life with a kernel of doubt ³Am I a child of a lesser god?² Water this kernel with the liquid of angst and so shall life be -- Instead, take that hammer Of understanding and shatter your pain. ŒWare this kernel, for It may well grow into a towering pillar, holding up pain, bringing it further and further out of your reach. Take that hammer Of understanding and shatter your pain. A sound was heard.
Reason for writing:
I am profoundly deaf - and I thought it would be appropriate
to express this through a poem. This is it.
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