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Warrior


Everyday, Varying shapes, sizes, and colors Weave in and out of moments. Faint murmurs from indistinct forms A word or two caught, but there is no way to track its origins. It is a struggle to know who said what Or, even, whom said what. Constant eye movement Constant back-and-forth Between various conversations and people. Everything seems garbled with no clear hints to the message. Everyday, The battle between noise and language Is fought with hard-wons or heavy failures. Explanations ironically fall on deaf ears, A lack of understanding follows, or An Apathetic response… It's alright if you are actually deaf If you actually can't understand the language If you misheard But if you have audio processing defiency Then you are treated as if you are dumb, being difficult, and as a failure. The Problem, though, is that is far from true! It may hurt and confuse you, But it is a part of you. I have Audio Processing Defiency... It makes me stronger It makes me taller It makes me more loving.
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