article, article,
articulate appreciation.
If I could measure the
worth of your words,
my words, ugh!
most of the time
I know it's asking too
much for you to try and
read my mind.
I still believe that eyes
can steal the words from
our mouths, and do
the talking for us.
And that's probably the
difference between you and me.
I want to believe that you
can see me,
really see me,
and understand what
my lips can not convey.

When sight was offered,
I chose the scroll.

And no, I'm not blind,
and no, I'm not deaf.
I'm lucky to see,
I'm lucky to speak.
Choosing to breathe,
is beyond me.

And when I stare at the sky
'till I'm blue in the face,
please understand that
I continue to try.