A deafening morning sound.
Losing my ability to hear felt so freeing.
Atleast one of my senses was no longer bound,
now I could believe what I was seeing.
Opinions did not matter anymore
and that in itself was exhilarating
for I only looked at the waves on shores
without having to listen to the winds whispering.
Having no sound was beautiful for a day
and then again change deemed itself as desirable.
There I was, dying to hear myself say
but I was deaf and thus inconsolable.
So now I hear through closed eyes
and hear only what I need to.
Atleast with deaf ears I did realize,
sound was equally pure and true.