Four and a half senses

I was gifted with four and a half senses

The first was the gift to see the world

Opening my eyes 

Seeing the sharp lights 

Blinding at first

Then calm

Soothing

The second was the gift to feel the world that I could see
 

Soft blankets surrounding

Strong hands holding 

Me

The third gift was smell

The steroid room around me

Smelling of alcohol

The fourth sense was taste 

Medicine 

To help 

Heal

 Me

The final sense that was gifted with the help of science

They gifted me little demons 

Called hearing aids

Demons that are with me 

Forever

And yet 

In a way these demons 

Are Angles 

Gifted to me 

Four and a half senses 

That make me 

Me