The thorns of reality are about acceptance of the dark urges, the impulsivity and recognizing yourself as a whole to contain your identity and practice control.
A New Chapter
The stars did not align our fate, and we said goodbye in the fading light of the moon. In another life I would have held you and showed you that I rather be with no one else but you. Alas, time did not hold space for us, and we said goodbyes. The pain of heartache…
Prospects
In the clouds the water bears a burden that they cannot carry and as they cry tears of heavy rain it bears down a weight on others. We are often succumbed by challenges that are unexpected, and life has little certainty. One thing that stays with us is perhaps who bore the weight with us.…
Shades of red
The glass fills again and becomes still, too heavy to lift and too risky to drink. Stale forever left alone. As the years carry, we carry the bags of sands that have slipped, missed opportunities and the regrets we hold. Time has not stopped for us while we had to adjust ourselves to the wicked…
Trust
Tethers that bind, in space and in time, broken once forever bleed. It is hard to forgive and it is impossible to trust when broken, when lent without end, can no longer mend. Neurodivergent people find themselves attaching to others easier. Our difficulties with theory of mind makes it harder for us to see that…
Why the broken bird flies
Be gentle be kind, hold me with love and pay mind to how much I need you. Like a bird locked in a cage. I knew only the joy of my master’s love. He fed me at his convenience, and I danced at his whim. I had dreams of a paradise, if only I would…
Masking Differently
Broken, barren, fallen, time holds no space for those who are different. Being autistic has been a string of experiences attached to threads of torture. It was never meant to be such, our wheel spun us so we can spread beauty through our divergence. But time has long opposed us, we are threads of colors…
Bee
I have seen this strange feeling growing inside again. Sparks of divination and alchemy of souls. A union foretold and a devastating departure. Sometimes people come in our life to remind us that we are worthy of love and companionship. You came into my life for a fleeting moment and in one glimpse I found…
Thorns:
Wicked are the thorns and that which they give. Life’s essentials that tear the garments covering our naked bodies. The body that has remained hidden and the scars that hide beneath my skin. A matter of seconds and the clothes are stripped, my skin porcelain and my soul luminescent. I have dwelled on this earth…
The Autistic Experience 