BY GLORIA O’KOYEE
Dear Postal Office,
I hope things would run smooth quickly,
So, things can pick up.
Mixed feelings wrapping around the brain
And heart, like a birthday present.
Standing alongside with the people to
Fight for their rights in this part of town,
Yet how much is compromised for letters
Piled up from loved ones,
Away from public eye,
This soul ponders.
Months went by,
STG status already delays as privacy
Gets invaded for safety reasons.
See the intentions as protocols
Yet a frustrating process,
But it comes with the territory.
For having loved ones.
Trickling effect of doing time
The moment a choice was made
To do the bid with your people
And your person.
The sound of paper tickles the eardrums,
Reading out words sends sensations
Down the spine,
Skin explodes all around in goosebumps.
A connection that used to be the only form
Of communication
Before phones
Before visits were allowed.
As everyone complains about their Amazon packages,
Loved ones wonder when they can see
The handwritten messages that got
Souls intertwined.
These letters.
Lifelines.
Even though times has passed where
Words on paper maybe less
Appreciated than before,
Could still leave lasting memories
During the coldest spells behind the walls.
Bringing warmth in children and families
Weary hearts
Behind closed doors.
But nothing much can be done
Except pray for resolution,
Because even when things get clear,
The last ones to get their mail
After backlog,
Would be the ones
That was left behind.
