Voiceless

Misunderstood, trapped and rarely considered an equal; confusion dominates many faces that try to comprehend my broken voice. No-one seems to recognise my body language and unusual hand movements. Wrong conclusions are drawn towards my level of intelligence; many view me like a lost child desperate to be one with its mother. I may speak the English language but it appears broken; my voice is thus lost, like a treasured belonging long been misplaced somewhere unknown. My hearing remains but I speak like a deaf person; hand gestures are made to try to convey my thoughts and emotions, sadly, hardly anyone has learned how to interpret someone like myself. I am voiceless and thus I seem not to belong in this world of fragmented images of what is deemed normal. Regardless of my affliction I remain as whole as I can possibly be.