Woke up from a dream
Lifetime-long
A Blues-in-the night song
Relief, at first, remembering
And being re-diagnosed
Autistic
It all came back
The 80s therapist
Son is autistic
So are you
Not much info
Denial
Dream-time
About me
Would, of course,
Want to encourage him
Although I felt it was merely
Creativity
Now, now I accept
My uniqueness
Hah! Good synonym for loneliness
For being pelted
With rolling eyes
Impatient sighs
And me
Living in the dream
That I was just like you
And you
And you
But no
But no, not true
But no, please
No pity
No lies
I yawned and stretched
Got out of bed
And heard the truth
Inside my head
Where do I go from here…?
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: November Selfie
Love your selfie, Clarissa…you are marvelous…beautiful…strong. 💜
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Thanks, Cathy! Some days it’s a struggle but some days it’s all good! ❤
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I would imagine so…
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“And then again, it’s always good to see the world differently. That’s what makes you, YOU.” 🙂 Great poem and great selfie!
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Thanks, Christine! Perspective is frequently liberating! ❤
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