A Postwoman's Round Cut through my life with words and anxieties Punish me with no thought of difference. I cannot feel what you hear, I cannot write or read I survive without you in my life.


I can speak and be heard But I cannot be read or understood. I suffer because of this... Why did I not break down those walls? Why did I not say... Reading and writing is easy for you! But for me, it's where the darkest days lay.


I am okay now I am signing on I can feel included; be as one. I have discovered something new you see Writing can be a form of liberty


I write and I punctuate On my proof reader's breath To understand my story needs a listener's quest. I will continue along with my strategies Mnemonics and Rhyme Helped along with yellow, green vision Film, symbol and sign.


I now know that writing walls can be Smashed down Because I read letters for a living On my postwoman's rounds.


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