Bonds forged letter by letter
Through the flames
Of a diagnosis
Which locks us up
In need of comrades
Who get it
In these letters
I found friends,
I also found me.
Lost in the letter board
I am found
A life worth living
Forged letter by letter.
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Rumi: I’ve been waiting to read more of your words.
I have something to share back with you and have asked a 3rd party individual to contact you with some details from me.
Take care. And pleaase keep generating thoughts to share with us online…
Hi, I am Rumi’s mom, Sabina. Feel free to contact via firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you for your kind and encouraging comments )
This is gorgeous, Rumi!
This is fantastic, Rumi
As someone who is on the spectrum and has also been a teacher for 32 years, I am absolutely blown away by the sheer quality of this poem. The imagery is beautiful and each word is like a stepping stone across a burbling creek.