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If I lost the ability to write
It would be darker than Blindness,
Beyond the eerie silence of being deaf
More speechless than being mute

Likened to the inability to smell
To taste the wondrous
To have a hunger that cannot be filled
To be afraid of the safest things

I would refuse to walk
Not knowing what lay beneath my feet
Afraid to breathe
Uncertain if the air was tainted

Oblivious to the laughter around me
Unsure if when I cry, people will see
That when I beat my fists on the wall
Names are thrown at me

When I kneel to pray
Unsure if I am staring at the heavens
As I take a drink
Unsure if it is water or my tears

Let me write with all my senses
With all my dreams in plain view
Unobstructed by the fear of the unknown
Yet fascinated by its existence