[Poetry] Autism boy

This is written from my own perspective, as I am autistic. Some of my ways of looking at things can be found in the post here. (link)

In a world that’s wild and full of change,
I’m an autism boy in my own sweet range.
My mind’s like a spinning ride,
with thoughts and dreams inside,
colors and sounds forever in exchange.

I love to touch and feel, to hold and grip,
the textures of the world, new and old, I flip.
I spin and twirl with glee,
in my dance, just me,
a happy rhythm, like a joyful skip.

I see patterns in stars, leaves of greenest love,
lines forming below and above.
Rain’s rhythm, sweet bird song,
a symphony that plays along,
in my brain, like a gift from above.

I might not always speak, but my mind’s alive,
with thoughts and questions that forever strive.
I learn and grow each day,
in my own special way,
a unique boy, ready to thrive.

I’m different, yes, that’s clear and true,
autism’s my gift, shining through.
One of a kind, a special soul,
taking control with a heart full of gold.