I’m not really into poetry. It’s just never really been my thing. It is so subjective. But recently, there was a poetry contest at the community college. They were giving away free tuition to the winner. That got my attention. I decided maybe I was at least a little bit interesting in poetry. Enough to enter the contest anyway.
I didn’t win. And that’s okay with me. I’m sure the winner was someone who loves poetry. Or at least I hope that’s the case. But, seeing how it is World Autism Awareness Day, I wanted to share it with all of you.
The experts call it autism
A mother calls it heartbreak
Like a computer processor overloaded with input
Neurotransmitters fail to respond
Too much sensory input, no escape—Crash.
My son has encountered an internal error and must shut down.
I see it coming, feel the pain
The anxiety, the frustration, the fear
Witness the torture
If only I could run a virus scan
Load a software patch, press CTRL-ALT-DEL…
My son, why MY son?
No band-aid, no antibiotic, no kiss to make it better
No geek squad to the rescue
I’m helpless; he is hurting
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
Leave my child alone!
Only there is no one to hear it.
On his own terms he’ll unplug, restart
Life goes on, until the next glitch
And I wonder
Will his body eventually upgrade itself?
Will he simply learn to channel the input?
Will he ever fully understand how deeply I love him?