Resolution

During this time of New Year’s Resolutions, I am reminded that life is not about me, but about us.   I recognize. I recognize myself in you. I respect. I respect my right to set goals, have plans, and set out for success. I respect my ability to discern and base actions on history. I…

Autism: A Poem of Anger

  This is what emotions feel like to me. How I stuff and try to navigate the days, until I can no longer keep all that is inside of me, and I burst.   Doused Shattered brain Made whole Reorganized into Frankenstein pieces Stapled segmented fractures United by outdated cement glue Jumbled mess of fool’s…

Seams I Am, by Autistic Poet Samantha Craft

I am going through my poetry and editing over one hundred pages I scribed during the years I was blogging on Everyday Aspergers, (from 2012 to 2015). This one, Seams I Am, has struck me deeply, this morning. To me it captures much of my journey. Seams I am  Who am I, this mystery before…

Spectacular: A Poem

Justification As self-protection Conforming and modifying As appeasement Avoiding conflict and isolation Caution breeds buffers From defensive And accusatory ridicule ~ Specifications provide ample detail To take in what is spoken Bubble-wrapped in hopes of swerving Out of the realm Of potential harm ~ Yet, another layer Of self approaches Crutches To ensure feasible guise…

Autism

Casual visitor Woven through The expressway of reason Penetrated infliction For what I almost thought Or almost wanted to do Everything tangled, mangled Manageable pieces—intermingled into nonetheless Calling to crawl out of the confusion Personified and spawning seasonable wholes Moving and integrating into the way of being Nothing simple Nothing unreal Everything tangible and flavorful…

The Sword of Us

I know how you suffer and struggle, how your mind is an exploding universal truth, how you flutter about in sequence, reorganizing and rearranging the very essence of self—a byproduct of thought. Your complexity is amazing and stunningly beautiful, encapsulating what is and what is not, intermingled in a dance of delight and horror. I see…

Depression and Autism

Today I went through many letters and poems from my childhood. I came across a few poignant pieces that signify how I related to my world during my youth. I find these old writings telling of my journey. The words validate a young girl who didn’t understand why she seemed so different from many of…