When I speak
I see others listening
but can they hear?

Are they listening to
my laughter
or can they hear
my sobs?

For tears there are,
behind my voice,
throttled by unvoiced fears.

The tears, imprisoned,
are locked away
behind my eyes,
no threat of harm.

I cry out,
but no one hears.
How loud must I shout?

I don't want to be loud,
no fuss, no tears
I have no desire
to proclaim my fears.

Is it impossible to dream
there is anyone
who can hear?

I speak without words,
I sign, but do not move.
My crying holds no tears
and my laughter contains no joy.

I cry my silent tears,
laugh my empty joys,
and dream my impossible dream.

Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping,
Dreaming,
for one who hears.