Art of Autism
I am a runner
I wonder what it will feel like to run in the wind
I hear the sound of the wind blowing thru the grass
I see a tree with leaves fluttering
I want a world growing in beauty
I imagine a world vivid and bright
I feel loved and included
I touch the bark rough and textured
I worry the world will not understand
I cry for the ones left in the wind
I understand not everyone sees the beauty
I say that when we are all included the world will truly spin
I dream about a day when none will be judged
I try to help bring that world closer
I hope my dreams come true
I am Andrew and I am autistic
Copyright © Andrew Ellis | Year Posted 2019
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