Promise of another world
By Lee-Anne Ford
Looking at photos, me as a child
Strictures to be meek, not wild
But I want.
Remembering moments, me as a teen
Some things real, some a dream
But I need.
Experiencing love, supreme oxytocin
No need for any old love potion
But I live.
Gasping in grief, widow’s needs
Never wearing black widow’s weeds
But I love.
Sighing in relief, explanation at last
Now reconciling an entire past
But I grieve
Which is me? Want, need, live, love, grief.
All but so much more
Autistic
Not wrong
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