
I remember most how often you were
Like a magnificent wild animal
That was trapped
With a thorn in your paw
And pain in a body
That so often wore so much tension
And struggled with ancestral imprints
Hidden deep
Of a failure to achieve
And these day when the gentle sun shines
I think of the easy smile
That would light up your eyes
As I rounded the corner
To visit you in the home
And of how we would sit
And listen to songs
Sometimes singing
There was so much love between us
But your imprisonment hurt me dear
I could not bear to see you left alone
And yet you did not want to keep me there
Chained to you
Now that you are gone
These memories no longer give me as much pain
Was there any shame
In the way I struggled with the longing to be free
Of such a painful trauma history
Love brought me back to you
Like a satellite
Time and time again
Until the easter
We chose to set you free
Turn off the machine
I held your hand then
Before they all arrived
Your four sons to say goodbye
And how I cried
But now in some way my heart sings
I feel your spirit in the wings
Like a majestic bird
Full of mystery that has flown free
Encouraging me
To spread my wings
Free my spirit
And fly
This so easily could be a poem about Autism and Aspergers. The hope of being free from a society that does not fit them.
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Yes I really wish these gifted souls did not have to be confined in such a limited and unresponsive system. If you don’t fit into a box its hard…. that’s a great perspective on this poem…. ❤
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Sometimes I think I may have Autistic traits… or maybe I just identify with outsiders…
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Having seen the assessment process and looking back, I am convinced that I am on the spectrum.
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Flying remains so free and fresh
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