Helen Keller had a recurring dream, <br />That she described as the sensation <br />That something heavy had fallen in the dark, <br />Shaking the ground beside her. <br />Her early world was composed of only <br />Darkness and vibration; <br />No light, no sound, no faces; <br />No words to explain the unknown, <br />Just the feeling something had changed, <br />Irrevocably and mysteriously. <br /> <br />Crawling, groping in her blindness, <br />With no way for anyone to communicate with her, <br />The greater meaning of the world at large went missing. <br />She became like a young, crazed animal <br />Because there was no subtlety to her understanding. <br /> <br />When everything around seemed to be falling, <br />Going down into the eternal blackness, <br />All that was left to do was to run, <br />And even then there was no real sanctuary to be found; <br />No way to confirm that your worst fears weren’t busy <br />coming true.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/helen-keller-s-dream/
