Poetry

Poetry: Neurodivergent

If only people knew, if they could understand, would they care? Are they able to see the difference?

Poetry: Who I Know Myself to Be

I am a dark cloud looking to unburden the weight of my tears amongst the whole of society, in a desperate attempt to wash away the vices that burden the whole.

Poetry: Echelons of Autism

Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.

Poetry: How Do You Know?

Who can change the tesseract that engulfs us towards doom?
Who has all the answers, who can say what life means?
Worst of all, how do you know?

Poetry: Beholden

I can’t tell them it’s all right, but I can be with them.
I am still strong,
and I will never forget the green, and the wind from the high places.
—This is when I am—

Poetry: Four AM Thoughts

You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of

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