Apr 2021
has it already been two years,
since a rebirth from the darkness of
thinking that all this pain was my fault?
no, it has been longer,
from those small moments where i'd read
under the covers with a flashlight
or moving my hands so fast i could fly,
the poison of self-hatred was cured with the antidote,
of radical, unapologetic love.
since a rebirth from the darkness of
thinking that all this pain was my fault?
no, it has been longer,
from those small moments where i'd read
under the covers with a flashlight
or moving my hands so fast i could fly,
the poison of self-hatred was cured with the antidote,
of radical, unapologetic love.
the title is in reference to the date of autism acceptance day, and this poem is about how ive tried to find acceptance and comfort in myself
