After recovering from three throat cancer operations in 2004, my vocal cords had been cut away, leaving me to a life of complete silence. Feeling trapped inside my head, with writing as my only means of communication, I wrote this poem.
It's dull in the huge place where I live
dull and dismal, so quiet and grey.
No smiles, just echoes of dead laughter,
the ghosts of yesterday passing through.
Oh for sunlight, warmth and love,
children's toys and running puppies.
Shrieks of joy, candle-lit tree.
To live, just not reside
To smile again, to open the doors,
the windows, my heart