Poetry
Blind at birth
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 Read more…