Category: The Burning Sun
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Healer
We carry the weight of the world, and we hold it in our hearts. Limited spaces for our own feelings. We bare the pain and suffering of those we heal and carry the traumas with us. With light that we give others, we carry the darkness they pay us with.…
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New Hope
Under the burning sun of life, you often find yourself in shade of the cool moon. It sparks a new beginning, and the dawning moon gives you hope. You take a moment to rest in the comfort of her light and recover from the blisters of the relentless sun. It…
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Held
I never knew my worth until I found myself. I only found you when I found myself. You treat me with respect, love and compassion. Growing in a world that treats us less than and calls us disabled we internalize the experiences. We call ourselves by the names of our…
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Nauseated
Your worlds are apart, and they may never connect. Things may make sense, but they may never fit. It isn’t the amalgam of metals but the twining of souls. It is never clear and never conscious. We can try moulding ourselves into an acceptable image and change our colours to…
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Resilience
In a world of lies, there is only one truth. Truth of who you are and who can light the world for you. What we internalize and are gaslit into believing by society is that we need another person to open the doors for us. We need another “abled” person…
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Purpose
I see you and in you I see myself. A shadow, a glimpse of my past. Sometimes meeting other autistic people can amaze me of the endless beauty we hold. The endless compassion and how our whole universe stands still, and we no longer know how to go without the…
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Not in vain…
It is okay to hurt, it is okay to heal. Love has many forms, and it is okay to feel pain when we love someone with all our being. It is okay to feel misplaced. Like a seed sown, we nurture it, and it takes time to grow, we protect…
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Unsettled
How can I forget the years we spent? The love we shared and the promises I made. I was always truthful, always wanted you and I imagined a lifetime with you. I miss our son who stopped me from crashing my car and handed me support. I miss his smile…
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The lingering cold:
Upon wings of a dove, bring my seasons of love… From the melting glaciers to the high tide the wondrous sun and the porous hide Melts my heart raises my blood my breath, my beat brings me love……. The rustle that surrounds broken heaps and mounds shattered, barren all the time of fall My tears tear a glance my heart stops…
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Pixelated:
“When you hold me and tell me I am beautiful.” Denying ourselves we have grown in a society that has fueled our difference and made us feel impaired. Not born but rendered disabled, we have had very limited options in exploring what we can offer the world. The truth is…
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