In a world full of Color...What am I?
When I was born
Many years ago
The world that I know
Has ever evolved.
You see, I was born
Unlike most
a Rubella baby!
I fooled everyone
Not meaning too.
A behavior problemed child, they said.
Oh, no said mom
It's not that!
It’s hearing loss I have
It's a part of me.
I overcompensate with sight
So if you see me
Looking high in the sky
It's only that I love looking up!
But I, unlike you, share the hues
In all shades of Blue!
Allowing me to be
Calm
Sparkly
Quiet
Loud
I, unlike you, get very tired of all the noise.
My hearing aid is forever going
My brain strains to piece it all
When there is too much noise
I find a calm blue
And shut it all out.
And there are days
I look at both
the sunrise and the sunset
In awe
I immerse myself
The renewal
The ending
Its cycle amazes me
With all the dazzling colors.
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