Poems

Light We Both Hold

The wall guides me, up the stairs I go,
For where each step is, I do not know.
I search for the door, and open it slow,
Her gorgeous smile, I no longer know.

I sense he has come, I know by the smell,
But the sound of his voice, I cannot tell.
Right into my life, he so gracefully fell,
The tale of his music, I sadly cannot tell.

She once was so very alert and strong,
And listened to my music, all day long.
Though her talent of hearing has since gone,
She still has a heart, so loving and strong.

He once had an eye for the beauty in all,
Even admired my paintings on the wall.
I suppose that even great angels may fall,
He still makes me smile, even after it all.

Our story is one not many will think of,
We both lost a gift from the gods up above.
So we give all our struggles a little shove,
For the light we both hold as one is love.

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I didn't even plan for this to become a poem. I've never exactly written one before.

If you didn't completely understand, the boy is blind and the girl is deaf. Their perspectives alternate until the last paragraph. I imagine she's a painter and he plays the piano or some instrument by touch.