Frustrations mount, tensions
grow,
Hands reach out ever so slow,
Trying
hard for words to convey,
Tears come in
silent display.
Eyes plead in desperation,
Screams instead of communication,
An
unbridged gap, a missing link,
Prevents a
child’s need to speak.
Minds trying words to
form,
To this spectrum I was not
born,
What caused me to be this
way,
Suffering social and communication’s
delay?
My heart loves, my hands
feel,
Yet my world doesn’t seem
real,
People just cannot understand,
Needs
and wants through voiceless command.
I wish that I could say to
you,
"I’m hungry and I’m thirsty too,
Hold
me in your arms so tight,
Sometimes I’m
afraid in the night."
"My tummy hurts or my head
aches,
I am sorry for making so many
mistakes,
I try to do what you ask of
me,
I just wish in my world you could
see."
"All of these things I
can’t say,
Though I try and try every
day,
My world is sad and Oh so
lonely,
Pent up feelings grow ever more
strongly."
Trapped in an Autistic
World,
Words spin, twist and
twirl,
Repetitive behavior, rigid
routine,
Consistency are all in the Autistic
Scene.
Tip toe walking like a
dancing ballerina,
Flapping arms and
meltdowns fill the Autistic Arena,
Too much
energy, breaking and running,
Oblivious to
danger yet intelligence that is
stunning.
Lonesome is the Autism
world yet many live here,
It use to be rare,
now it's one in one hundred fifty I fear,
Is
it genes, environmental or vaccinations?
What
is a common thread among all the
Nations?
No matter the cause there
is no cure,
I’ll live in this world of that I
am sure,
Lonely and unable to talk to
you,
I’ll try to do the best I can
do.
Just remember each time a
child misbehaves,
It might not be a parent’s
lack of skills engraved,
But a child Trapped
in an Autistic World,
Where words twist, spin
and twirl.
Gayle Davis©
December 27,
2008
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