You always knew me,
Everything there was.
Just like your favorite tree,
You know every branch.
Until, that is, I could see.

I saw my voice was not strong,
So I made it loud, and proud,
And shouted it along,
So others may hear me say,
"I have my own song."

I saw none understand,
Why I was not being me
Yet I was finally able to stand
On my own two feet and I knew
All I needed was your hand.

So, I stand trembling,
Seeing so blindly,
Hoping your hand is stretching
Towards mine to finally grasp
Our reality, and begin it's mending.