Poem

First

I see twilight back to bed.

Bringing emptiness into the silence of the night.

I wish to become a light in the dark night.

Time flies so fast, against the storm.

Until I grow up to make stars.

I stand on the stage with the spotlight on me.

I’ve never felt this way before.

I am deaf.

So as not to hear the applause booming.

So as not to increase my anxiety.

Blooms a smile that I’ve never seen before.

As if tossed me into a time machine.

Until I see again what my dream was like.

Which is now a reality.