For you the stars come out at night
The morning sun is shining bright
Your loving nature warm embrace
That puts a smile upon my face.
Your very being is what I live for
The whispers, mumbles that I abhor
Do you feel those arrows thrown
That pierce and cut me to the bone.
At times being different pays a price
For ignorance is not so nice.
Being deaf, blind, special needs
There is no reason not to succeed.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )