Drifting Deaf Season

I am deaf and mute, 😊 Chronically ill, 😊 No words to spill, 😊 No sound to thrill. 😊 Silent whispers, 😊 Unheard cries, 😊 Invisible pain, 😊 Hidden sighs. 😊 Isolation's embrace, 😊 Loneliness my friend, 😊 A world of silence, 😊 With no beginning or end. 😊 But within this silence, 😊 A language I have found, 😊 A symphony of thoughts, 😊 In my mind's playground. 😊 Words may fail me, 😊 But my heart still speaks, 😊 Through the rhythm of my breath, 😊 In the language it seeks. 😊 Though my voice is absent, 😊 My spirit remains strong, 😊 In the face of adversity, 😊 I continue to belong. 😊 For I am more than my limitations, 😊 More than what you see, 😊 I am a warrior of resilience, 😊 Defying all boundaries. 😊 So do not pity my silence, 😊 Or underestimate my worth, 😊 For in this world of no tone, 😊 I have found my own rebirth. 😊