Autism poems, even those penned by autistic people, often rely on simple language, missing the full expressive power poetry offers. Perhaps this reflects how our experiences are frequently misunderstood. However, even those by autistic people are often expressed too directly. Yet poems thrive on imagery, not plain statements. We’re labeled as closed-off, but I suspect the world needs to broaden its understanding just as well.
This Autism Acceptance Month, as an autistic person, I offer a poem layered with metaphor. True acceptance goes beyond words; it sees our differences not as deficits, but as a spectrum of ways to experience the world. Our yearning to connect is universal.
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My poem:
With eyes that peer at worlds untold,
a rainbow seeker, brave and bold.
I leave the hues of red and blue,
for realms where minds think all anew.
No spectrum here of light and shade,
but patterns where emotions braid.
A world of echoes, sounds that rise,
a whirlwind caught in startled eyes.
The norms I knew, they fade away,
like morning mist upon the day.
Routines are maps, a guiding quest,
where comfort dwells in order’s nest.
Sometimes the words won’t find their way,
they dance like stars, then melt astray,
but in their place, a vibrant hue,
of passions born, so strong and true.
Like fingertips on textured stone,
a sense of touch so deeply known.
The weight of blankets, soft and deep,
where restless thoughts find peaceful sleep.
Some call it strange, this different space,
but I behold each unique face,
and see the sparks their spirits hold,
the stories yet to be unrolled.
Though paths may twist in tangled ways,
their strength shines through the hardest days,
like puzzle pieces, side by side,
in patterns formed with joyful pride.
I may not walk where they have trod,
but understanding builds a bridge to God,
where hearts beat with a different drum,
and every voice is overcome.
So seeker, hold your lantern bright,
their world glows with an unseen light.
Find beauty where the norms may cease,
and celebrate their wondrous peace.
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the stories yet to be unrolled
I appreciate the unrolling to which you are committed. This poem is a treat to read out loud.