Although I Do Not Speak Very Often, My Two Eyes Shine Like Stars...
A Poem About Autism
I was born very differently from
other people of my age
although I do not speak very often
my two eyes shine like stars
I am distant with people
I prefer to understand them
it looks like I’m comparing this world
with the thorns of a rose
My brain is mysterious
like the wind, like the sky
both abstract and beautiful
like a painting of Riopelle
and despite all my silences
You discover me every time I wake up
as you discover a masterpiece
tinted with sun dust and stars
The autistic repeats the same sentences
the same gestures of inconsistency
a bit like we all do every day
lost in the face of our existence
some judge me, others hurt me
by their look, by their impatience
but far behind all my sadness
I hide an immense heart
About the Creator
Jean-Philippe Fournier
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