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The Well

I live in a well How deep I can't tell this is not my choice I am not stupid , I can hear your voice Echoing off the walls in my mind In your emotions ,it is understanding I can not find overwhelming to me All that I see Your feelings flooding me inside I am unable to hide Or confide Get them confused My soul used Can't separate Horrible is that fate I can not find me at times Crimes Whatever Rhymes Who is me who is you Leaves me blue So I hide Till my fear does subside The bottom of the well Is all I can tell Autism, the unheard cry I do not understand why I thought For this I fought Beautiful mind buried, but nurtured just right Becomes a beautiful flower, when it finds the light

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Nancy Kaufman

Date: 3/26/2023 11:56:00 AM

I wrote a poem once during covid lock down that described a woman who fell into a loneliness well. You simply process things differently but that doesn't make you an oddity. As a novice writer myself, I must say that this is a very encouraging group of poets here, so keep on writing and join a support group for people with autism if you haven't yet. It might help with the loneliness.

William P. Harris
Date: 3/26/2023 12:29:00 PM

Ma'am you have much understanding. Compassion. Thank you. These poems are young me. Your words put another poem in my head. Think I'll post it on here