Helen Keller Poem by Ruby Honeytip

Helen Keller

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I am a language without speech.
A translation in touch.
I hear through my fingertips.
And I speak with your breath.
I connect curious distinctions
With nowhere to fall....but up.
I dream in chosen uncertainties
As I inspect the freedom
That ties so unexpectedly few
To the eternal possibilities
Inside clear spaces like mine.
I was created
As were you
By everything nothing.
And I will rise for you
Until you too
See without the filter
Of your 'self'

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: heroism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 01 December 2015

A heartfelt tribute to Helen Keller- one of the greatest persons of last millennium. Thanks.

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