Born perfectly fine, I lay in bed
staring at the colourful ceiling above my head.
Now I imagine,
when will I feel this way again?
Why can't I be like the ordinary girl
who goes to school to talk and learn,
but with this ruined hearing and sight
I only blame myself.
How will anyone describe the colour red for me?
Or make me hear the classical tune.
At least I have the imagination
that knows I'll soon be an inspiration to all.