My Name Is . . .

My ears strain to hear the beautiful sounds of your voice and your laughter;
I cannot hear, for I am deaf.

My lips move to tell you I love you, to scream out your name so that you may hear;
I cannot speak, for I am mute.

My eyes seek you out in the darkness to catch a glimpse of your radiance and your beauty;
I cannot see, for I am blind.

My arms and hands reach out to you to hold and caress you;
I cannot feel, for I am paralyzed.

I am encased in stone. Immovable. Unfeeling.
Unable to escape.

My name is Alone.

Diane Kinney