Spread apart your fingers
And cover up your eyes
Look out through the spaces
It might take a couple tries
This is how I see things
I wanted you to know
Because I can not tell you
It’s something I could show
Things you take for granted
Are more than I can bear
Assaulting all my senses
But it’s nice to know you’re there
Maybe in the future
They’ll find the cure you seek
Consider this my first message
That one day I will speak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem