silent language

When I couldn't hear,

you became my loudest voice

held my hand and described the sounds

wiped away my fears effortlessly

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't see,

you were my brightest light

guiding me through the darkness

weaving my route into the familiar

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't breathe

you gave me the reason to live

inhaling in the pain and despair

releasing my anguish into the air

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't speak

you painted my emotions onto the canvas

interpreting the colours as meaningful thoughts

brightening my vision so vibrantly

never asking for much in return.

Never once did you complain

never once did you say

'no, I can't do this anymore'

never asking for much in return.