writing in fugue states
distress, take me
and give me dizziness
only to see black
what mistake
made me so
today, was too late
that i should have noticed before

the body falters

Sometimes , I feel lost
Sometimes , I wonder where I'm going
What becomes of me
It's truly a anxious thought
We don't know
The future is unknown
I sure hope it's rather good
Well whats good ?
It's well plenty happy
Full of laughter at least some
And maybe someone to hold my hand
Yea that's good
Sooner then later
So , I don't get lost
At least before it's to late
© Jennifer L DeLong  🦏 10/2020

I know why I was running as fast as I could
I know why I still felt as though I wasn’t good
When everyone else understood what was said
While I was thinking what’s wrong with my head

The signs were all there
I wish I had known
I wish I had seen them
Each time they had shown

No I am not lazy
Nor am I dumb
I am not broken
And there’s no need to run.

Yes I still need them
To speak to me different,
I need things explained to me
Slowly,  just need a second

My brain works differently
And I sense more than most
I hear the electricity
Louder than your voice when you talk

There’s no race that I’m running
So I can’t be behind
I do things my own way
that works for my mind

I’m different than them
But that’s nothing wrong
I’ve learned a lot about me
And who I’ve been all along

I am at peace now
I know where I belong
I’ve found others just like me
I’m not helpless after all
I am just me
And you are just you
And we are both different
Your needs are special too.