Cursive - a poem

Maybe I can learn to write in cursive,
even all these years later.
I've always been more comfortable with block letters.
I AM THE COMIC in COMIC SANS
A joke
in my stilted,
crippled
writing voice.
What if I can write?
What if I have a beautiful poetic mind from which beautiful poetic thoughts may flow
if unfettered?
Would I then... Must I then... have an obligation to send my voice out into the world?
to cast my bread upon the water?
Even if---
Derailed by the voices in the room.
Feeling the need to hear and listen to the voices in the room.
Hating the voices.
Unable to shut them out.