Sometimes I wish
I could hear
the way that you do
the way your voices overlap
falling into each other
like they belong
but to my ears
it sounds like chaos
like a storm
I can't quite understand
I wish I could hear from afar
the soft calling of morning birds
as they wake the earth
from its slumber
starting the day
with a song
I wish I could hear the water
how it presses itself against the sand
so tender and soft
like mother's love
for her child
I wish, I wish
I didn't have to put on my hearing aids
just to exist
in a world
that wasn't made for me
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:54 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish
I could hear
the way that you do
the way your voices overlap
falling into each other
like they belong
but to my ears
it sounds like chaos
like a storm
I can't quite understand
I wish I could hear from afar
the soft calling of morning birds
as they wake the earth
from its slumber
starting the day
with a song
I wish I could hear the water
how it presses itself against the sand
so tender and soft
like mother's love
for her child
I wish, I wish
I didn't have to put on my hearing aids
just to exist
in a world
that wasn't made for me
a poem about the struggles of deaf adult.