Autism: C'hele's Story

June 27, 2015

Poetry

Filed under: Uncategorized — C'hele @ 07:47

The tornado of words swirl and attack
Fingers feel for the armour- its strong but still fragile.

The heart yearns for peace and serenity
The tornado however, becomes darker and more ominous

Give me strength my soul would cry!
But fate secretly decides to tease and play

There is no control.
Feeling the armour, it strains, it cracked ever so slightly

A warning of an impending and lethal breakage
A strike comes out from nowhere-

And pieces fall, showering the earth with broken dreams
A deep sleep then ensues,

Voices can be heard, but oh!
Let me remain in this deep and glorious sleep!!!

The foggy-ness covers me with a shroud….

Let me remain in the safety of the coma…..

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