A New Pair of Eyes

I woke up today with a new pair of eyes,

I climbed out of bed and watched the sun rise.

I saw as the sun kissed the grass, and the trees, 

Thinking quietly, this is the new me.

I went inside and I hugged my kids,

mommy loves you I whispered, 

All they did was grin.

I feel different today, 

Accepted in a way.

Maybe not by you, but by me, finally.

I understand now my weird little quirks,

I’m starting to get the way my brain works.

I’m embracing the oddness, and letting go of the past. All those years in school, I struggled to pass.

I felt like a puzzle always 1 piece not there, I felt like a cake without icing, so bare. 

I never understood my true ability,

How I can solve a puzzle before you count to three. 

Her clothes line is broken, repeats in my head. 

She’s special, and challenged, she belongs in special Ed.

I’m stupid, I’m dumb, I used to say.

I can’t do this, I’m worthless, words I lived by every day. 

Sarcasm, and jokes aren’t easy for me.

I take everything literal, literally.

But today, I woke up with new eyes.

I look at the sky, I swear I could fly. 

All those days of confusion and thinking I’m dumb, are now in the past I’m autistic 1. 

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