Unseen, so imaginary
Rare is the one
Who helps where it’s needed
And moderates their tone.
Pride takes a beating
As I have to ask
Again and again
Multiplied by the task.
No amount of times
It seems to me
Do some family and friends
Understand, see.
I really can’t hear
My ear doesn’t work
A disability, handicap
Whatever it took.
Sneered at, demeaned
Since the age of two.
You know who you are,
What are you going to do?
Kerry Bridges
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- Comment from author about the poem: If I had less hearing, I would qualify for surgery but alas, I’d need to make it worse before it got better.
- Category: Reflection
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Powerful work.
Thank you, Thomas.
Any deficit becomes an obstacle, remember we all have them they are just different for each, I can hear the feeling of alienation and misunderstanding in this poem and the last line defines the resignation. More easily said than done but in other ways overcome remember Beethoven
Very true! There are definite moments full of frustration and others where it's absolutely fine. And, yes, there are very many hidden issues, unfortunately.
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