Light Through the Curtain
The first of a series of poems …
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Preface
This is the first short poem within a series I am planning to write. They all focus on a different sense and how they effect me as someone with ASD. I will likely write a few on each sense but this is the first one. It focuses on Light . . .
Light Through The Curtains
Bright lights dance across the ceiling
The curtain is only open a smidge,
but the sunlight zaps onto my eye.
Making me squint and tuck my face back into the pillows,
which are scattered across my bed;
a clear indication of the war zone that is my sleep.
My eyes loathe it…
Sunlight, bright light…
Anything above a dull glow …
The feeling of the warm sun
on my pale skin fills me with delight,
but sunglasses are a must.
Lest I begin to rock,
or hum…
Or just leave
About the Creator
Ellie Hopwood
Classics and Archaeology student trying to stumble through the baffling thing that is life while battling Anxiety disorder and peoples misconceptions of ASD. I write poetry, fiction; and on historical events/ people, and mental health
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