This poem is about life with autism. Sometimes it feels impossible to make friends. We’re right there, but it’s like nobody really sees us. We just want a chance, and for someone to accept us as we are.
My poem:
My kite flies high, a speck of red,
while my thoughts spin round in my head.
I see them laugh, I hear them shout,
but how to join, I can’t work out.
My heart says “go!” but fear says “hide”,
so under my blanket, I’ll confide.
Words get stuck like toys in a box,
the right ones hide like a sneaky fox.
I want a friend, to share my day,
show me games, a different way.
Maybe they’ll see past all my noise,
and we’ll build worlds with just our voice.
One day soon, the sun will shine,
and someone’s hand will reach for mine.
I’ll try my best to find the way,
words or no words, we’ll learn to play.
Through different eyes, the world I’ll see,
and you’ll learn a little bit of me.
(Maybe we’ll even fly my kite,
and watch it dance in fading light)
Unfiltered perspective
The heart of a child
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With all your talents and your interests, it should be a treat to hang around with you as a friend to you. But I appreciate your own challenges, especially as I get to know them through your work. The detail given here, both actual and metaphorical, means a great deal. I also like the rhythm for engagement. I imagine your poetry shared with peers. Does that ever happen in the blog and elsewhere?
Most of my peers hardly read; it’s all TikTok and other short-form content, the type I dislike. So, if I understand you correctly, my poems haven’t yet been read and felt by my peers. The only peers who read them are my siblings and my friends Emeryk and Noa, who are also part of this blog. It’s also due to my own inability to truly reach out and overcome my fear of commenting.
My apologies for the slow response. This is a difficult topic for me, so it’s hard to find the words and not get overly emotional.