In this unique and descriptive poem by Carl Sutton, we get a glimpse into what it's like to live with this condition that can be quite impairing ...
"Some days the rusted door is left ajar,
and out the shadows of my whispers waft -
my face is near but voice is from afar
at first, but then I sing and hoot aloft.
Some days I hoot of silence to the sun..."
For the full poem click here: http://www.ispeak.org.uk/Awareness2015.aspx