Not a Poem

The first time I could communicate it was hard to get my body to slow down.
Going fast makes it hard to hit the letters I want.
The patience of my communication partner kept me going.
I felt truly moved by this one lady who believed in me.
It was freeing to have the ability to get my voice out for the first time in my life.
I can’t say it was easy but the hard work is definitely worth it.
The first time I communicated I got really frustrated with myself because it felt hard to get my finger to go where I wanted it to.
Keeping my eyes focused was also really challenging.
Look at me now though, I am writing paragraphs like they are nothing.
It wasn’t nothing that first time though, it was everything.
That day changed my whole world, and the rest is history.