“Hear Me With Your Heart ❤️‍🩹”
In a world that buzzes, loud and wild,
You opened arms to a hurting child.
Not born of blood, but born of grace,
I found my home, my rightful place.
Mom and Dad, you saw past pain,
Through all the storms, through every strain.
You saw the spark, the soul beneath—
The silent strength, the breathless grief.
I came with scars not easy to see,
Carved deep in years of history.
Foster homes, cold nights, and fears,
Unspoken truths and stifled tears.
I wear devices on my ears,
A bridge between two distant spheres.
I may not catch each sound or tone,
But don’t mistake me all alone.
I am not broken, dumb, or weak,
My silence doesn’t mean I won’t speak.
I have a voice — it’s loud and clear,
If only you would truly hear.
Don’t wait for words that never come,
Hear the silence, feel what’s numb.
Just look inside my quiet eyes—
You’ll see the questions, see the “whys.”
Why do I fear to let you in?
Why hide my battles deep within?
Because too often, I’ve been taught,
That pain is something best forgot.
But love like yours breaks down that wall,
It tells me I can tell it all.
That even when I fall or fight,
Your arms will hold me through the night.
We may not always see eye to eye,
And sometimes tempers shout and fly.
But isn’t that just family, too?
The love that fights, then starts anew.
So hear me not with ears alone—
But with your heart, your love, your own.
I’m not a puzzle to be solved,
Just someone who wants to be involved.
Deaf or hearing, we all cry,
We all reach for a reason why.
We all need someone who will stay,
When words and signs both drift away.
So don’t define me by what’s gone—
I’m more than silence carried on.
I’m laughter, dreams, and late-night talks,
I’m stumbles, triumphs, winding walks.
I’m human—full of light and fire,
Of stubborn hopes and deep desire.
And I believe, with you beside,
I don’t have anything to hide.
So thank you, family, for this space,
For every smile, for every grace.
You chose to love, and not erase—
You helped me find my rightful place.