Like two live wires that touch,
there is a spark in your eyes
that ignites satisfaction
while you build your bridge
that takes you to your other world.
May I follow?
Take me, hollow,
fill me with understanding
as we reach the other side.
I know an answer is hidden
where the mortar belongs --
I would know it
of our connection was concrete.
copyright 1998, Peggy Putnam Owen
Nice poem that expresses exactly how you felt and probably still feel sometimes. It would be so wonderful if the way can be found to reverse autism!
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