IDENTITY
For far too long
I took the coward’s way
The sheep that never strayed
From the safety of sameness
Anonymous
Comforted by shadows
Evading detection
Making my presence unheard
Stubbornly proud
To suffer in silence
No voice to call my own
Confidence ebbing away
Buried the truth
Less chance of rejection
An air of mystery
Much easier to convey
Armour intact
No weakness on parade
Better to play the fool
Than announce myself as me
Smoke and mirrors
Educated guesswork
Nods and random answers
Communication roulette
Human nature
So hard to intercept
Takes a magician’s touch
To conjure words from thin air
Another world
Brought realisation
That I am not alone
Many more have trod this path
Recognition
Amongst fellow strangers
Common understanding
A feeling of coming home
Identity
My face finally fits
A future to relish
Ghosts of the past laid to rest
Martyn Brown is a deaf grandad in a hearing family. He regularly regularly speaks for NDCS and (from 2017) Hearing Dogs for the Deaf. He relies on digital aids, lip reading and is a black belt in the Deaf Nod.
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January 18, 2013
wonderful poem thanks for sharing
Lianne Herbert
January 18, 2013
” A black belt in the Deaf Nod….” Thanks for sharing!
James
January 18, 2013
Really evocative poem. Thanks for sharing. Reminded me of my deaf pal who spent a life time working at a place where no one ever made the effort to learn a few signs or fingerspelling. Then one day a student of BSL turned up to work who new how to sign. They hit it off immediately. I remember the last three stanzas of this poem written all over his face when he told me.