Tap.
Tap.
A tentative pointer,
Quivering,
Caressing shyly,
The 26 keys to enlightenment.
Each tap,
Radiating skyward,
Showering wisdom,
To brethren.
Choreographing,
A thunderous stomp.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Marching to the devils’ lair,
Shattering sordid stories,
With resounding resonance.
Thanks, oh seminal finger,
For revealing to me,
The freedom dance.
Anantha is a teen from Calgary, Canada. Anantha does most of his communication via typing or a letterboard. Creative writing gives Anantha great pride and solace; it is also how he shares his autistic experiences with the world. If you like his writing, you can click here to leave Anantha a tip.
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One Response
THE FREEDOM DANCE…
Anantha:
You had me chuckling with anticipation.
Good verse.
You align thoughts and words so very well.
Thank you for sharing with me and other publics.