The mailman

No longer am I a shadow lurking in the solitary corner

when the light reaches out and touches me with its warm rays

Inviting me into its brilliantly lit milieu

Just a fleeting peek into the world of that generous radiating figure

and I know I will live here forever more

I can finally show myself to this world

So I send out my mail

hard-work mail, expressive mail, intelligent mail, loving mail

But first, it must pass through the hands of the vile mailman

Hailed by all but hated by many

With piercing blue eyes matching the sharp blue outfit he wears like a king

Working this job only because he is selfish

only for more money and power than he already has

Killing his competition no matter the cost

because without this job, he would be

nothing

Upon a moment’s inspection,

he hurls the pieces of me into his piles

Corrupts them

Adds his own twist

Try-hard mail, attention-seeker mail, know-it-all mail, kiss-ass mail

Then he delivers it

I scream

The news spreads like rampant wildfire

And burns me just when I thought the fire was safe

It’s done

My mail is imprisoned in the dark depths of the mailman’s bag

They don’t even read my message inside anymore

No one has time for that!

They just want to read the labels that the dreadful mailman puts

The dreadful mailman who doesn’t have his own opinion

The dreadful mailman who is just seeking approval

The dreadful mailman who works long hours

because he has no other options in life