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Posted by LJ @aperpetratorwithaquill

I nurture hope

I nurture hope 

In the way a mother

Would for a child 

Caring, feeding 

Hoping it will grow. 

My faith in those 

External to me 

Has thwarted 

My faith in humanity. 

I have placed 

My brittle expectations

Into a fragile basket 

Sent it down

The river of belief 

After reassurance 

Of skilful individuals

Only to have it drown 

And have the blame

Pushed back onto me. 

Nevertheless

I have no option

But to persist

So I load up another bassinet

send into unchartered waters 

And swallow down the

Overpowering sensation

Of seething regret. 


————————


I am neurodivergent, 

Depressive empathic

I feel everything 

So intensely 

If only you 

Could comprehend it

or even had the desire

To understand me

Would it make it simpler? 

Nobody can grasp

The inner workings 

Of someone else’s mind

That is why we sing, 

Paint and rhyme 

But you never

Took the time

To learn about mine. 

What if I could articulate to you 

In a way you would fathom? 

Would you cower away 

Or take my hand? 

I am me 

And I will never change 

(Not in the way you want me to) 

I guess I just need

To realise that sadly 

I will always be 

The rainbow sheep 

In somewhat beige

Society. 



Photo by Marc Zimmer on Unsplash

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