Blind at birth

Published by Victor Barr on

Warm moisture
surrounds me
safe and secure
in my little home

I feel movement
No
I don’t want to leave
i like it here
I’m safe
I’m warm
I’m comfortable
I’m moving?

A cool breeze
caresses my scalp
Now my face
openness
Strange air
and motion
surround me

Where am I
No longer in my safe
home
I can’t see
I don’t hear
Strange smells
waft through my nostrils

It feels so long since I’ve been home
I want to find
the warm comfort
I knew long ago

I feel strange
things pushing me
touching me
slapping me

I see nothing
I hear
nothing
I feel all alone
I want to go home

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