The life of Helen Keller

My world darkened. Why I ask myself How I again ask. I try to walk stumble, I cant get up I cry out nobody can hear me. I reach out my hand and touch things that I dont want to know I'm touching. I hear noises I get scared. I want to crawl in a shell and never come out again. I am a stranger to myself. If I was to see my face in a crowd I would not know. I have never saw my face. All I can do is touch it. I can feel something wet go down my face what is it? I stand up take a deep breath and again began my journey to another room. This is my life I have to live it. Just live each day as it comes.