I was blinded.

They stole that from me.

They stole my voice.

They stole everything, I couldn’t write.

I couldn’t type.

But I always stayed kind. Sometimes I lied. Mostly I told all truth.

You saw through it all my love, I saw through yours. You are my strength when I am weak, you are my voice when I couldn’t speak, you saw the best that was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach, you gave me faith so I believe.

Some more time must pass before we can meet again, but I know what to do. Think of a sack of potatoes.

And so, In your arms I found my home.

Anonymous.