Blind and Deaf

I count the seconds as they 

pass, each one getting closer and

closer.

I hold my script in my hand 

for my first entrance.

My breathing increases slowly

and slowly. 

I step on stage.

The lights blind.

I am blind.

So,

My soul is free,

I step further into the light and

recite

my lines as written.

The seconds passed in an instant and

it was over.

Applause.

Deafening.

Blind and Deaf.

I smile as I leave, regaining my senses,

eager to step into the light and the applause again.

This poem is about: 
Me

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