Autism Masked In My Spectrum Of Color's

In light of the world, I wear a mask, A cloak to hide my daunting, task. Autumn leaves dance, but I stand still, Concealing truths, by force of will. A spectrum woven, colors defined, Yet, in this masquerade I dance, in solace I find. To navigate a realm that seldom sees, The beauty that resides in subtleties. Behind the mask, a kaleidoscope spin's, A spectrum's grace my quiet, dreams. I weave through echoes of a neurotypical sea, Yet in my heart, I celebrate life, this life this being, is inside of me. A dance of words, a rhythm I own, The mask protects, but I'm not alone. Autism's whispers, misunderstood and vast, Yet strength arises in the shadow I cast. So, let the mask be a shield, not a guise, Revealing layers beneath the quiet skies. In every line, in every truth, a vibrant hue, Autism embraced, in both old and new.