Is it strange for me to not tell thee of my deafness?
I walk in the way of the hearing world,
But still, is it strange for me not tell thee of it?
They say, tell the world that thou art deaf,
But I went with myself, doing the things I thought of myself,
Then she came in, reminding, be thyself and I love you still,
Then wentest I to the Old English, lo at them, reading, deliverance,
And here I am writing it out of the moon,
But thank you to her that loves me
And my family for their heartfelt,
Love that I treasure them all whole in my soul,
So I should not tell thee of my deafness, but only words if fit poetry.
© Ismael Mansoor
This Engrained Heart 