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I recall those long years, in the void.
An existance undefined
Knowing only heat and cold
hunger or satiation
The nineteen short months after my birth
would always define the imagery in my mind
I am so thankful I was not born in the dark
and in the silence
I was like a little animal, my sustainance
snatched from plates
my wants and whims punctuated
by silent poundings of hands and feet
and a pressure
in the throat as I pushed my suffering
out through my mouth
the only manner in which I could affect my existance
the soft touch and indulgence
of she who was the world
to me
were all that gave me succor
yet I dreamed of light and sound
and shadowed tales of whimsey
Then She came, She brought me a doll
She played a game
making shapes hand to hand
nothing had ever intrigued me so before
though I soon grew to hate
Her demands
Denying me the only comforts that I had,
expecting something from me
I didn't understand
She stole my mother from me
and narrowed my world to include only Her
and what grew to become a dreaded task
holding my hand against Her rumbling throat
making shapes with Her fingers on my palm
what did it mean? WHAT DID SHE WANT?
and then came the moment, the singular moment
when my humanity burst through
the cool stream that flowed over my skin
W
A
T
E
R
fluid that quenched dryness in my throat
W
A
T
E
R
made me clean
W
A
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E
R
HAD A NAME!
Water!
I could say it and be understood! With my hand and in my throat
Everything, EVERYTHING had a NAME
I sucked them in, I consumed them
they consumed me
The whimsey of my dreams, grew edges more distinct
Epiphany from Heaven
Teacher's gift
I can see. I can speak.
I have a name.
I am Helen.
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