There’s a scar in my head that you cannot see.
There’s a flicker in my hand, a slight tremor, but you cannot see.
There’s a delay in my speech but you cannot see.
There’s something not right but you cannot see.
There’s a yell and a scream but you cannot see.
There’s a quiet at times but you cannot see.
I am the same as I always was, but you cannot see
I am a stroke survivor and I’m just me.
