Neurodivergence
A poem on the spectrum
By Josey PickeringPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Slejven Djurakovic on Unsplash
Looking into my own eyes in the mirror,
I can see behind my corneas
into my wiring.
Processing my thoughts and emotions
onto floppy disks
in formats
no other mind can read.
Sorting and organizing my mind
into perfect sense,
yet to others,
just a jumbled mess.
I appear as if a mold of clay,
for them to manipulate and mold.
I am working on my temple from the inside,
painting frescoes on the surfaces of my brain.
When I find the breath to speak,
my words slip like Shakespearean prose,
in a modern world where my speech seems too unknown.
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About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
Comments (1)
Gorgeous! Beautiful visuals!