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. 

Helen Keller

By Crystal

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