Finding my Hands

Words by: anonymous 

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I have always known I had a voice 

The vibrations shaking my throat 

A cacophony of sounds causing aftershocks and spluttering coughs However detailed and descriptive my speech was it never quite made it to my ears. 

So I learned to read 

Lips 

Tongue 

Throat 

Tied together with a ribbon of context 

Understanding the big picture but never the finer details. 

I find my language in a well lit room 

In a semicircle of chairs 

Slowly building 

Babbling through crashing hands 

I find my language through watching 

Eavesdropping on conversations 

I am so entranced by how smoothly they converse 

How beautiful it is to finally understand 

I find my voice 

I find language 

I find community 

Placed in the palms of my hands