Blind and Deaf
I count the seconds as they
pass, each one getting closer and
closer.
I hold my script in my hand
for my first entrance.
My breathing increases slowly
and slowly.
I step on stage.
The lights blind.
I am blind.
So,
My soul is free,
I step further into the light and
recite
my lines as written.
The seconds passed in an instant and
it was over.
Applause.
Deafening.
Blind and Deaf.
I smile as I leave, regaining my senses,
eager to step into the light and the applause again.
This poem is about:
Me